No white cloud sails the lonely sky,
Thro’ the gaunt trees no breezes sigh,
Thro’ the lush grass no fall of feet;
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The shining years shall glide and go, The human tides shall ebb and flow, And Love make sweet the days to be, And Death make smooth the brow of pain, But no such heart again shall glow, And no such friend shall come to me Thro’ all the cycles that remain. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -These lines could have been the entire poem- - WoW do they ever carry impact. That is how writers want to write and if these were the only lines that we would be remembered for, we would die happy.
Very beautiful poem to a noble mind by a noble man. I like the manner the personality of one in the grave came alive in the lines.
Today's Poet Of Day, featured on PoemHunter is Dr Fabrizio Frosini, our own Doctor Fab. Congratulations to him and all my fellow poets