Weeping profuse
do tender hearts
when tender lives
from life do part.
Fragile it defines
what life is truly;
day it does pass,
we must live fully.
A snap of a finger
and the day gone
becomes distant;
we move on along.
Angels immortal
tender they there
where heaven it
collides in the air.
Pure souls do cry,
heart they master
and see they view
see past a disaster.
Innocent young a
child somewhere
is laid to rest death
in our faces stares.
Cold is a phantom,
takes us up beyond.
Death it not spares
none even if strong.
Angel’s weep they
earth taste do they
see the world move
in sorrowful ways.
Cold phantom why
time brought you
I ask myself in song
what must one do?
Brief I spit at Death
for its cold phantom.
In brief life I dance
everyday of seven.
This resonates with me, & it moved me to tears. Beautifully written & perfectly said!
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Apologies for writing something so dark and sad so early on a Sunday. I hesitated in publishing it but it as of late has been on my mind.
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No apologies needed, my dear. All emotions are essential & must be felt, & as I’ve said before you have a wonderful talent of inflicting said emotions. Death strikes me differently now that I’ve lost someone so close to me, but as you said, time keeps passing.
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Very nice.
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Thank You. 😊
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This is so powerful! You have such a gift for bringing us to the feelings/emotions of your poetry.
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Thank you for that Alexis. That’s very kind of you and very appreciated. You’re a wonderful writer and I enjoy what you write. 😊
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Thank You! 🙂
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