My sweet Cephise,
Who lingered like a summer's breeze,
Was lifted from these weakened arms,
To leave winter's bleakness in my heart.
Like fire has fallen on my flesh,
You became the reason for my pain,
Rather than the reason I wake up,
Now pitch has fallen to numb my senses.
Is there silver on my horizon?
Or Fate's cruel game must continue.
As heavy cloth adorns my shoulders,
I see your heavenly visage,
And feel my hope erode.
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This is intresting. I am not sure I understand it, but I like it. You use words I don't normally hear, and I like these lines:
Like fire has fallen on my flesh
Or Fate's cruel game must continue.
Great Poem!
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