A deep breathe, the window a deep mist,
what has happened, an unexpected twist.
The reflection, a sight of deep sadness,
used to a life of pure happiness.
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Awesome poem. ‘Trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, Who is our home’, Through various stages of life, Like a wanderer we roam. From newly found love of toys We move to a study-game pressure dome, When the love buds bloom A bohemian sense of incompleteness combs. In kisses and hugs Soul breathes to soul, One steals into another soul And become a perfect whole. Songs of soul you sing so well All its mysteries you can tell.
there is fantastic light and dark in this poem...a new beginning always seems easier in the face of sunshine...great work
I found this to be a wonderful poem. I gave it a 9. GW62