Paul Amrod Poems
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It's The Poetry Of Life
It’s the poetry of life painting like the frost
on the tip of autumn’s breeze.
It’s the poetry of life found and never lost
Feeling comfortably at ease
Like a lazy summer’s day
Like two children lost in play
Like the story never told
from the yarn of times of old.
It’s the poetry of life bringing everything in view
Changing older thoughts to new
Warming winter’s bitter cold
As a storm comes raging through
to cleanse the atmospheric blues.
Improvising an esoteric line
to unleash the mysterious and sublime.
To guide our pathways as we cross
Twilight gleams ever so hauntingly like a spirit restless
with a feeling that the sun’s disappearing.
The northern lights arise to reveal an ominous omen
as a centaur gallops stampeding the helpless.
Dawn will come with a fickle taunting breeze and a sweet rainbow,
but sleepless urchins roam the street. I know their hearts are fearing.
It is their Last Breath, it is their first death.
It was the big sweep as the wind blew west in silence.
Darkness creeps, like a wizard’s magic touch, th