There were poems
Upon the pond
Rhymes across the river
Vestal verses
Too close
To the fire…
Parchment singed
In the silence
Of words unspoken
Pens full of ink
Fractured by time
Untouched
By human hands
Yet poetry still lingers
In the breeze
Through the branches
Of the willow
In songs
Of the sparrow
With the first blush of dawn
But love left in the rain
Has never rhymed
Without the sadness
Nor the madness
Of a poet’s heart
Left alone
To linger –
In the silence
Michael33
Great post 😁
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Gorgeous
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This is a wonderful poem, Michael.
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