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one year forward
the peal of
a bell
one time,
one hundred
times,
one thousand
times,
one hundred
thousand
times
the sound of ghost
walking through
fog
the slow, measured
steps of memory
treasures forever
buried
miracles
lost
the dead left
with no
song
only the
living
a silent hymn
of tears
cold ash in the
throat
Published 24th Mar 2020
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24th Mar 2020 3:23am
Cold ash in the throat...powerful last words to this. A symbol of the stain left behind.. Well done..xo
24th Mar 2020 9:48am
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24th Mar 2020 12:56pm
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24th Mar 2020 1:57pm
Thank you BB. All is good here given present circumstances. Stay safe my friend.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
24th Mar 2020 3:47pm
Beautiful imagery, Kitts. Even the macabre and what we feel lost contains its own beauty, particularly in poetry.
24th Mar 2020 8:01pm
Thank you for the kind words Ahvanti. Stay safe.
blessed be to you,
buddhakitty.
blessed be to you,
buddhakitty.
