and darkness fell silent that night
one man’s freedom, another’s fight
such disbelief and questions rife
yet, even in death, there is life
distorted shadows ebb and flow
shrouding all as I let you go,
but out of the depths that I mourn
a renewed sense of hope is born
as with each season’s turn of leaf
hands of time will encircle grief,
under rainbows of hopeful hue
I will whisper a goodbye to you.
as with each season's turn of leaf
the death of my Father
Mithgariel, 9 months ago
The same I said in the journal :) System confused me a bit. Allright. Adding favourite here as well, to compensate the mess I made in my head.
Suzanne German, 9 months ago
The line about the season’s turning of the leaf – I think is subtle and sophisticated! like this!
janik, 9 months ago
Thanks Mithgariel and Suanne.
paul boast, 9 months ago
excellent writing, very creative, more please !!
janik, 9 months ago
Thanks pboast.