Life,
Impressions, left on a altered soul
Transit into depression,
Having lived it all,
Trying to avoid transgressions from
Falling into narrow mental halls.
Life,
An adventure,
Out of our control,
The comings, the goings
Where did I go wrong!
The days still sweet in poetry,
Though many have passed
In and with melancholy,
The memories, hard to take,
Solitude is life's most
Tremendous and cruel fake.
But love still shines,
In a destitute, fallen star
Whose light comes
From some deep mysterious
Form of poetic paradise,
Called hope
That softly touches
The lonely heart
And charitably keeps it
From falling apart.
A five-star poem, dear Sandra....10+++++ Simply superb! ! !
Awesome poem, mesmerised me with your impressive writing. Loved it 10+++ But love still shines, In a destitute, fallen star Whose light comes From some deep mysterious Form of poetic paradise, Called hope....
But love still shines/In a destitute, fallen star....great expression! A lovely poem with a liquid movement from top to bottom! Loved reading it.....10
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Ever so powerful and heart moving! .. Ever such beauty beyond such heart and soul, ever such more than anyone could know! .. That is, for earthly souls. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ Thank you ever so much for sharing! ... :) Ever so very inspiring! .. Know I've said this before, You are a light here to all! ..