poem (Remove filter)
Flowers of Misfortune
In the silence that resonates,
a lament of absences,
the flowers bloom in the shadows,
whispers of a life that fades away.
Eyes searching the horizon
for a trace of hope,
but pain, like a poem,
is sculpted in the words of the day.
The city is a labyrinth of steps
that reflects solitude at every corner -
laughter dissolves in the wind
like falling petals,
disguised in the chaos.
...
Saturday 28th September 2024 3:35 am
Recent Comments
David RL Moore on Donkey Jacket
22 minutes ago
Larisa Rzhepishevska on Nothing Has Changed
1 hour ago
David RL Moore on War in Season
1 hour ago
Rolph David on The Power of Being You! - Stand Strong And Be You
2 hours ago
Auracle on Sadder Than Sad
7 hours ago
Marla Joy on GONE NIGHT
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on DAYS OF OLD
9 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Sadder Than Sad
9 hours ago
Corey Miller on Corporate Games
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Donkey Jacket
10 hours ago