Years gone by without a passing soul right there!, up in the hills with its winding roads.
Then, in midst of darkness an ever increasing small light shone right there!, coming up the winding roads.
The steel horse stopped with his brute of a king right there!, at the top of the winding roads.
The light shone bright when he looked around with his mighty view then saw the ruined darkened place in the undergrowth barely for anyone to see cautiously he made his way to find out its meaning of cruel true then turned around half way when the undergrowth became to much to be.
His steel horse carrying that so now frightened brute of something but not a king right there!, into the darkness going back down the winding roads.
Now beauty who lives up those hills in the undergrowth will wait patiently for another passing soul, right there! with its winding roads.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
C.P.T.S.D. not many can understand and believe what so many of us out there went through and it takes a very special person to open up their heart to them and let them in. Not many are strong enough to bare the truth.
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaMay 15, 2013
loved this, and so many beautiful woman are never seen by so many because they are scared to look, so well put, but some do and those are the true princes they are out there
PipinOPNantwich, Cheshire, England UKMay 15, 2013
Thank you....Ken...very much appreciated
PipinOPNantwich, Cheshire, England UKMay 15, 2013
Dear Ladyjewel....thank you...it is very much appreciated
wonderful poem pipin, to a fellow Welshman, just grab, take. all you need is confidence, I should listen to my own advise. if you don't seek you cannot be seen. david .....
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