• ckfilvan 9w

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    I badly fail to make my poems visible to you #miraquill #writersnetwork i wonder how you close your ears to all the calls

    For dear @murryben
    @soulfulstirrings @lazybongness @hoezier

    @the_story_weed wish you were here. A gem who walks away.

    In the fashion of #filvantopz

    @heartsease forget me not like
    falling leaves on a windy day @ckfilvan

    We look before and after,
    And pine for what is not;
    Our sincerest laughter
    With some pain is fraught;
    Our sweetest songs are those that tell
    Of saddest thought.
    Percy Bysshe Shelley

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    Can you describe in a simple way
    The sorrowful dance of some goodbyes,
    Like leaves falling on a windy day -
    No bloodshed yet many a leaf cries.

    The trees bend to grab their flying shawls
    As leaves struggle to reach out their hands;
    Our bodies are but dwelling of souls,
    The flesh is nought but a house of sand.

    The lofty hills and the lowliest plain
    Keep watch o'er every fallen leaf
    Where the naked trees stand with no shame
    No will to bend, not a soul to live.

    Then comes the wind pipes in its hands,
    The fallen rises for their last dance -
    Yellowed or blanched, or crimson like wine;
    Rich in lament, yet their dance divine.