Des Gahan Poems

In shadows deep, where darkness weaves its tale,
I wander through the realms of Sylvia's wail.
Her words, like ink upon a fragile page,
Reveal the depths of sorrow's haunting cage.
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In Search of Solace Deep

In woods embraced by whispers soft and chill,
I tread the path where solitude distills.
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In twilight's hue, where shadows dance,
Where dreams entwine, in wild romance,
I conjure verses, forlorn and deep,
In the style of Yeats, his slumbered sleep.
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The Eagle on his Crag
Force Mighty
Solitary Splendour
The Hunt
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In the golden haze of twilight's embrace,
Where shadows dance upon the earth's soft face,
I seek the echoes of love's fervent call,
In the verses of Neruda, supreme poet of all.
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