by Guitar87Clearwater, Florida, USA
Jan 2013 288 Views 0 comments
Zvonení
the bell tolls for thee,
three times three
as this wind is on its second chill when
will these days see its next thrill.
giving chances on a warm glowing orange sky,
hoping that one day we will again fly.
leaving what once was lost behind,
running away completley blind.
frost touches the lips of this founding moment,
giving another crisp loud
sounding tonement.
as the bell tolls for thee,
three times three.
three times three
as this wind is on its second chill when
will these days see its next thrill.
giving chances on a warm glowing orange sky,
hoping that one day we will again fly.
leaving what once was lost behind,
running away completley blind.
frost touches the lips of this founding moment,
giving another crisp loud
sounding tonement.
as the bell tolls for thee,
three times three.
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
when i wrote this my main thought was time and how the small things are precious and you don't know what you really have till its gone.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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