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Lonely Highway - with Deliabear

Now that my shadow is fading to pale.
In the deteriorating caverns of my mind,
In a decrepit wail.
Memory's leaves fell in the autumn of my life.
Lonely roads seem lonelier.
Aching souls seem emptier.
Haunting voices are a lingering echo.
And the bone-chilling wind knows my name.
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I think of a time, that sparks in my mind.
When nature held my tiny hand.
The wind whistled the piccolo.
In my budding spring,
How could I ever have known
That my autumn would come, and
I would grow old.

Written by adagio

Published 31st May 2023

Author's Note

This could not have been penned without Deliabear. �

#collaboration #philosophical

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MidnightSonneteer

31st May 2023 9:56pm

Ah yes! This is what I had in mind!

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adagio

31st May 2023 10:18pm

Thank you.

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- Edited 1st Jun 2023 1:14am

1st Jun 2023 1:09am

Again, you guys have a positive synergy going on. You make a great tandem. The layout of the environment, and the changes and transitions it takes in carrying one through the direction are creative. It's easy to relate to, as well, but maintains creativity, in unique originality. After going through the "autumn", then comparing it to "spring", looking back, really creates retrospect. You capture past, present, and future tense. Solid metaphors to convey the aesthetics and emotions. I'm hoping you two team up more often. Thanks for sharing!