Soughed Poems - Poems about Soughed

...Shadows dance, moons embrace. Soughed sounds of human wishes in the wind alight, dreams enlace. Truths with tales, sagas fall from firmament night, time scales. Mind fun, echoed insight, ......

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...The Lake of Charity The hill stood tall and stately, Wind soughed through its sparse trees. Below a lake spread, at times calm, At times quite horribly stormy. He knelt in meditation ......

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...She felt old and tired, Womb heavy with child. Around, the stately cypress trees Stood guard, protecting the dead, And one especially That lay peacefully in its tomb. Wind softly soughed And m......

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...Bells summoned as they tolled the sad departure Of my poor mother’s sudden demise. I led the short funeral procession Towards her eternal resting sepulchre. Before her black ebony casket was cl......

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...The weathered glass in harbor deep reflects your eyes long gone from me and seals your watery grave. Sea shells sing you now to sleep, the weeds confess your memory within the bird-thronged......

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......tribute to the poetry of Dylan Thomas ******** A weathered glass in harbor deep reflects your eyes long gone from me and seals your watery grave. Sea shells si......

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......tribute to the poetry of Dylan Thomas ******** A weathered glass in harbor deep reflects your eyes long gone from me and seals your watery grave. Sea shells sing you now......

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...The Weather'd Glass The weathered glass in harbor deep reflects your eyes long gone from me and seals your watery grave. Sea shells sing you now to sleep, the weeds confess your memory ......

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......tribute to the poetry of Dylan Thomas ******** A weathered glass in harbor deep reflects your eyes long gone from me and seals your watery grave. Sea shells sing you now......

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...A weathered glass in harbor deep reflects your eyes long gone from me and seals your watery grave. Sea shells sing you now to sleep, the weeds confess your memory within the bird-thronged c......

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...Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook In the notion of seeking happiness, I thought of stepping in to nonsense, I dream I could find success, But I had only little access. Every attempt that I ......

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...I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis, passing chambers of an Heiress (though no need to feel embarrassed) through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless. A glimps......

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......dedicated to Dylan Thomas A weathered glass in harbour deep reflects your eyes long gone from me, a steep, sequestered grave. Sea shells sing you now to sleep, the weeds confess your memory ......

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