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My Sighs
for through my travels
hanging on threads
of what life promised
or heart's hopes
meandering on paths
etched there by destiny
hanging on strings
reaching for stars
rough the rocks on terrain
trodden by many others
blood of past pilgrims
on spikes and thorns
yet traverse I must
on same old tracks
sighs over other sighs
for lady Fate knows no mercy.
Published 22nd Mar 2020
Author's Note
This was written as an example in my competition. Poem based on Three words.
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22nd Mar 2020 7:17am
22nd Mar 2020 7:20am
22nd Mar 2020 10:30am
Beautiful Melancholy Grace!!!
The Journey brings many things, good and bad, we gather them together and learn/treasure the best we can, You captured that here.
Wonderful Comp. hope You have a good turn out!!!
The Journey brings many things, good and bad, we gather them together and learn/treasure the best we can, You captured that here.
Wonderful Comp. hope You have a good turn out!!!
22nd Mar 2020 11:08am
22nd Mar 2020 11:00am
22nd Mar 2020 11:09am
24th Mar 2020 1:19am
💖 I agree with what has been said Grace. There is a world weary wisdom to this. It's very relatable. Measured pace of the voice is endearing.
24th Mar 2020 4:47am
Thank you, dear Daniel, for dropping by reading and commenting. Yes...I am so weary at times. It does reflect on my write sometimes.
26th Mar 2020 5:20pm
*hugs* Your friends are always here for you, in our way. Be safe and proceed in calm abiding.
26th Mar 2020 8:01pm
