Shanto Armonde Poems

Hair sparse, grey and weak,
Forehead marked by a life so bleak.
His bushy brows were curved by regret
Of a middling life that all would forget.
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The wicked love of money
Impels us to embark
On an dark and endless journey.
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As the dark descends,
Hopes begin to dim, sorrow
Settles, dominates...
Trees start to shiver with cold...
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To my lady fair, forever fleeing,
On this harken, for our lives are fleeting...
I stress upon thee, life’s truest meaning,
So cares lot may cloak not, thy heart’s screaming.
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I, the lover of night, the consort of winters cold confess.
I reach out to a reaching hand
A hand, out of shadow
Seen only by moon and me
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You straddle two worlds
Your fingers feel the touch of heavens
And your feet, the earthen realms
Imperfectly balanced along the edge of the chasms of the grotesque
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Before spreads the pure sea-sight
Blue embraced by the dying sunlight

From this high cliff-edge I call
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Let not the strength of my spirits wane
With age, and through my love profane
Bring me triumph
Preserve my ever precious sanity
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