Never-ending paths seemed to be ending
At yet there was no indication
Of a destination, a fruitful conclusion.
Realizing this he said
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Theres a sense of a weary life, to tired to change the course of his destiny. A deep type of mourning poem. Thank you for sharing. :)
As ever, excellent abstract descriptions to tantalize the mind. Mark
Such a stunning composition Naseer....well crafted piece, i loved your last few verses most.........10++++++++
A faceless portrait, you say But, you sketched with skill Each one of our faces For beneath the skin It is only emotions which dwell And that you laid dissected Bare, lone and sad By the shores of Time. Yes, we all have been subject Of your theme sometime in life With sadness drapping us heavy Like thick velvet grey smog Strange, profound and unexplainable! Such beauty! Such pain! Only you can sing such a song To read them gives me much joy! Angel