A.E.K.G Navrilith Poems
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Each One Her Own… And Hers To Keep
I looked out of my window for the source of the noise.
The sky was crying.
Not in anger or delight,
But in a faded hope,
For those still trudging and others who are running,
From the path of life.
A dismal site to behold,
Like a faded watercolour.
In my minds eye,
A gray heath.
Earth landing with the resounding THUD! … Of the eternal sleep.
No music; just silent tears.
One mourning keen from one so young.
And the sky cried.
(Just a brief shower, but to them it will last forever)
Guilt hangs her head in shame,
Where is pride now?
When the glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel,
Engulfed by destinies fiery, wet messenger has taken.
Night holds no comfort anymore,
No longer do plants caress with soft hand like petals,
No more do you hear the hushed whisper of your name upon the wind,
Beauty still exists,
Yet, you are blind and numb to all,