The wind whistles through the broken fence
As the day gnaws at the final thread
Where hours echo and fall apart
Leaving imprints on stricken hearts
Where no word can touch upon
As the wheels than turn
Lead us to tethered ends.
The wind whistles through the broken fence
As the day gnaws at the final thread
Where hours echo and fall apart
Leaving imprints on stricken hearts
Where no word can touch upon
As the wheels than turn
Lead us to tethered ends.
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A succinct and powerful poem
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Thanks.
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“Where hours echo and fall apart…” There’s such pain in that line. I love what you’ve captured, even though it is so very sad.
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Thanks. I find i capture sadness better than most other emotions.
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“Where hours echo and fall part” is so haunting. MAN. So much in those few words.
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Nice to know my words can have impact with so little. Thanks
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