Poem -
Of Dying Time
The sun, it hangs in empty sky
As summer birds go plodding by
He whispers softly to her ear
She nods politely, doesn't hear
A leaf, it slowly turns to brown
As darkness shrouds the sleepy town
He brushes back her auburn hair
Into the night she'll only stare
An algid crystal flutters by
As blades of green begin to die
He holds her warmly in his trust
She falls impassive to the dust.
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Good writing, Matthew.
Bernadete
Thank you Beenadete. M.
Ooh Matthew. Delicious. Darkly and sadly so. This to me is the death of a relationship... the last embers of love dying
with the last embers of day. So delicately written. Love it x
Thank you Marion! Youâre so nice to me, I really appreciate it. You get me, and youâre so sweet. I hate this site, lol, but youâre the best thing here, and youâre wonderful. M.
Write Write and Write some more. X
Mathew, Mathew, Mathew! This poem is totally fabulous! It is gentle and that is exactly where the strength lies in this beautiful, beautiful poem about a dying love. Stunning work!
Thank you beautiful Tina. YOUâRE totally fabulous! Thank you my sweet, wonderful friend. Youâre the best! M.
How stunning dear Mathew, a truly dignified goodbye if ever I saw one. âď¸
Thank you so much Shirley. Youâre very sweet. I so appreciate it. Have a beautiful day. M.