Sentimentality
Blue streets and withering weathers,
In the middle yet too far,
When near, the nemesis narrows not
A calm that your sweet air might mar
The sound of birthing silence, I wonder how how it feels.
Melodies of melting mountains mourning,
Free birds under the lush sky to blame
Astonishing symphonies fading away,
These winds will not rhyme today
To bury in these underweight verses, I wonder how it feels.
Seven feet above death, seven steps closer to life
To walk, I wonder how it feels.
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24th of May, 2022
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Copyright © Trobairitz Knight | Year Posted 2022
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