Into the life of a quiet storm;
A never-ending wistfull mourn-
Darkened crevices black and crude.
Lost in an endless solitude.
A cry from valleys low and somber;
Heart wrenched tears in every chamber-
So silent weeps the broken dawn
And time is destined to carry on.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr
A never-ending wistfull mourn-
Darkened crevices black and crude.
Lost in an endless solitude.
A cry from valleys low and somber;
Heart wrenched tears in every chamber-
So silent weeps the broken dawn
And time is destined to carry on.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr
This is really.. really good. Thank you. I can put myself in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is really..really good. I can feel myself in the scenery and mood of it. Thank you. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteJust now saw your comment dear friend. Thank you too for your nice words. Haven't written in a while, however, you know since I've found out my ancient twin was also a writer of poetry I might be writing better these days. I told my daughters I want to take on some sonnets. :-)
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