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Whispers

Submitted by Gracy on Sun, 2020-06-21 15:00

Fate chimes no hour for loss; at most infers
that man nor woman, child nor oldsters know,
though each to our own impulse staunchly stirs,
why hazard strikes or gods decree we go.

I ask not where nor why your death was writ.
In shadows of converging night you went,
trampled back to earth, blindly as permits
a youth’s despair; his inner substance spent,

conveyed on Winter’s breeze with frailest dawn.
A yoke that only Time redeems in time.
My son, no penance does that breeze inform

and in sweet verse your soul I will enshrine
with love. Freed from chains, splendor is reborn;
listen to your heart: its warmth dwells in mine.

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About the death of a youth.
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Gracy

Sun, 2020-06-21 17:06

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Dear Teddy, thanks for your heartfelt remarks. Today is not a happy Father's day for me. But still, I hope you and everybody has a splendid day.
Tomorrow I shall feel better, but anniversaries are hard to bear with. All the best to you, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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Gracy

Sun, 2020-06-21 22:59

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Thank you, Jerry. It came out that way, old fashioned. Glad you like it. Today is the anniversary of Robert's death. I always post it in remembrance of him.
All the best and thanks for coming around to read. Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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lovedly

Mon, 2020-06-22 03:57

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we live as
long as someone remembers us
even when we are lurking
along the coasts of eternity

But that we do
I really don't know
rarely will I ever believe
but all continue to preach
life after death
yet I beseech
there is only a screen of membrane
like a virgin hymen
we call it memory
all else is imagery

none has ever returned
sinner
lover
Lord or a simple one
that I will be once
when out of living
human memory
yes memory

Gracy

Tue, 2020-06-23 14:17

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Dear lovedly, thanks for your comments. I'm glad they made you ponder on life after death. I myself have faith that we'll be re-united with all our lost loved ones. I have no reasons to explain this, it is my faith, I feel it all the time. After all, the present is much like Revelations, it's all happenning before our eyes, like the 4 horsemen of the Apocalypse. Plagues, lost harvests, fear and death. Etc.
Glad you came by, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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