Poem -
THE STORIES END
The excitement of watching the fish of many colors...
Swim and jump in out of the water...
The sounds of the rustling leaves when the wind blew...
Sunrise to greet in the morning...
Sunset to say goodnight...
Sitting on the bench sharing stories about nothing and stories about everything...
The talks about living and dying...
What happens when we die?
How can we get more time?
How can we make wrongs right?
There never really is enough time...
The bench sits empty...
The stories have come to an end...
The sun does rise and the sun does set...
Even when the bench is no longer sat upon...
Just an empty bench...
The storiesΒ end...
Hugs...
sparrowsongΒ
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Comments
Wonderfully descriptive piece with a strong message. Great write.
Love and hugs ! Β :)
The cycle of life portrayed beautifully in aΒ
poem; simple and true.Β
great piece Sparrowsong!Β
Luv Jai:)
There never seems to be enough time no matter how long one lives....a thought provoking piece
Lots of love
Hey FEATHERS!!..... sorry I haven't been keeping up lately....... but I was happy to catch this one...... the melancholy in its tone makes me wonder if all is well with you.......don't get me wrong.... a compelling write made whole with that perfect picture choice....... but I don't usually get a sense of depression from your stuff....... maybe I'm just imagining....... regardless, some well delivered phrasing here........ creating an ambiance of reflection and life's precarious nature........ALL STARS!!..... hope all is well siesta girl!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo.Β ?
beautiful write sweet Sparrow.
More smiles for you.....lovely write...thx