My Heart Is Not A Hunter

I was born near midnight in twilight of summer
Dreaming days to find you, tho` my heart is not a hunter
Throughout the autumn hours in forests tinted gold
I sought, and I scoured, through winter's kiss of cold
To unearth only birdsongs, as a token of the spring
Their words chimed mine own - searching with broken wings
I then fled the woodland, and ballad of the trees
Light had shed an opening to a path, and of me
But my heart is not a hunter, the road has led to you
And should one ever wonder, from the forest, found I, a love true
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: forest,love and life,nature love,rhyme
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Dr Antony Theodore 08 June 2020
Throughout the autumn hours in forests tinted gold I sought, and I scoured, through winter's kiss of cold To unearth only birdsongs, as a token of the spring.. chyming and rhyming....... fine poetic words.. tony
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Chinedu Dike 20 May 2018
Beautiful romantic piece, well conceived and nicely penned from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Paul.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 20 May 2018
Light had shed as an opening to a path and this was amazing. Your expression carries affection and love in every word. Your heart carries love for nature. This poem is excellent...10
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Paul Seay 20 May 2018
Thank you so very much Kumarmani for your very kind words!
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