Dawning Day
New days dawn on the cusp of somber sunsets
Rain Baptizes Earth
Purity is juxtaposed against its lackluster pedestal
Unspoiled in a fabled fantasy
Life is not shattered, but altered irrevocably
The new birth is immaculate
Winds of change force stubbornness into willful submission
Intransigence is humbled
Gentle kisses of reason command subtle adherence
Thick skins soften with a slight glare that grazes the body
The curtain rises on a play that never ends,
All the world becomes a stage
New life is breathed into fresh eyes in multiple Acts
The logistics are the devil’s detail
posted by nosthegametoo at 9:31 AM
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"The curtain rises on a play that never ends,
All the world becomes a stage
New life is breathed into fresh eyes in multiple Acts
The logistics are the devil’s detail"
What exactly is life? A play that never ends, only the actors are different, but same old masks, same old play in the end, and same feelings.
Missed your poems!
I am amazed how you can concentrate in your verses so many philosophical ideas that mix so perfectly!
hmmm...sounds like...my life!!!
I've stopped by before now, but I couldn't post my comment. This is amazing!
Hiya!
Hope alls good... Miss the beatutiful Poems...
So do I. What's up with you?
Thank you everyone for stopping by. I'm just returning to the poetry mood.
I really appreciate all the wonderful comments.
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