The Inverted Pyramids Poem by Warrith Olawale
The Inverted Pyramids
We were pretty flowers in the summer,
We glowed bright in the sun's glimmer.
We were young lovers, a sonorous tale,
Love was a tree, withstood the gale.
But at the toss of fate's unfair die,
The nightingales sing no more,
In your cries, I hear them bark.
The dieing sun has yet pulled
Our shadows very far apart.
And now our hearts stand
Like inverted pyramids.
Dreading the balance,
Craving the fall.
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5/8/2024 5:13:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Outstanding poem. Wonderfully conceived. Great imagery with nice sentiments. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Akmal