How colorful prism is
The last color we'll see is black
To be ever-last in a long deep sleep
And last sound to be heard is silent
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Great work as always, remember the last can also be the first.
The last colour will be black The last sound will be silent The lasting word will be Good bye Everlasting is ending. Beautiful write from your pen. Loved reading your poems. You always come up with something different.
Right perception has got powerful presentation and the effect is tremendous. A good sharing Soul..
the starting was so good, , it straight away makes your interest in the poem, , , and so was the rest of the poem, , , amazing work, , , ,
A well thought penning.... anything earthly, once it begins there will be an end.... this is a process. well written
ending last in words of heart in every new start waiting us next door is last never last for the soul in the last
In the womb of color black Was born a speck of white In the white dispersed we find All the colors of natures light....... Good poem and welcome to my page too.
Particularly love the last four lines line Soul. Your words are always so caring and sensitive. I read you Poet Page these words too are incredible. Thank You and keep inspiring others
Without the last word, never could last expression of thought exist in a verbal or printed context. For in these words of communication forms a genuine connection with all humanity. It importance is indeed never given it's dues. A beautiful poem with an expression that runs all the way through.
Hello Soul a beautiful poem well written really lovely well done
I would employ you as my personal poet or something.... I could read this poem forever! Thank you so much for sharing this poem!
Amazing. Love the descriptive images you paint. Silence often speaks the stories of one's soul....where words fail at times. Beautiful poem....PEACE
as you say its always sad to say good bye but maybe we can say hello instead of it.we can say hello to a new adventure and new period of our lives even if we are under the dark or in the silence. i like this poem.it s short and so meaningful.~nb
A last, final goodbye. Soul, this makes me think of eternity of existence, but an eternity apart. When all fades away, and the passion slips by, it is always possible to exist. But all things once meaningful have slipped away, perhaps into obscurity forever. What remains of life? Terrific verse, Soul.