Without a wish...

And ever so softly everything shuts down
The ringing ceases, the smiles, the frown
For what is left is but a gap unknown
From where it came
And from where it’s shown
For amongst the hopes, and amongst the wishes
I think I won’t draw them up again
For each day it crushes
Aloft, so softly it hushes
For we can’t say so
And they?
No, they would never know.

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The Thursday Poets Rally Week 42 Perfect Poet Award.

I also would like to take this opportunity to introduce a new blogger..

Michael

WELCOME!!

The final fall..

Look, look

How he sees upon her face

He lost. woe

His last born, his Cordelia

Surrounded with strewn bodies

Across the foul, the dainty

For she lived off her life of love, so full

Yet so half

All befallen

All anew

For hath the good but survived

Not knowing what it was to loose

No drop of tear shall have fallen

Tween the world of the Cristian, the Jew

And he the father slain

So love, so lost

For she who was loved, lost to all

For she who had none, hath yet all

With mad men and blind men and treason

Hath each befall

The foulest doth be forgotten

Farewell adieu, sweet girl

But..

Don't fret

For soon

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