Bob

the dry rain of memory
covers the mirror of the heart
with the swirling dust
of lives already lived

in the desert of whimpering winds
spiritual nomads search in vain
for a singing saviour
to share their pain

while long passed poets
roll over in their tombs
blinded by anguish
and hiding their shame




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Written on 2017-10-19 at 12:24

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Bibek
Liked the way you played with images. Three distinct images in three beautiful stanzas.
2017-10-20


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful use of metaphors! Love it.
Ashe
2017-10-19