When mourning comes rushing
on twittering twilight,
sorrow submerged in the rush of thoughts' beam;
when crying comes pouring through memories' skylight,
sadness dissolved in the runaway stream;
let longing turn sun and its shadow turn moonlight,
moment turn memory's musical chair;
then slowly the soul in its magical dream flight,
transforms every teardrop to starlight so fair!
In a list
A contest entry
- Make me think by Mr. Jones.
1300 points, ended October 15, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful
Well penned good luck in my contest
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