Living in the past
Who would want to leave?
It was the highlight of a
Short life well lived.
The death of a soul
Aged beyond recognition
As the fire drifted
Into the autumn night.
Dreams that survived frost
Died under the sunset.
The conqueror fell
By the penetrating
Summer smile.
Dreams are closer to reality
Than last night.
As the pain disappeared
In the darkness
For just a little while.
The separation of the soul
Above these chains,
A temporary fix for an
Eternal problem.
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“The separation of the soul
Above these chains,
A temporary fix for an
Eternal problem.”
Love these last few lines! 😁❤️👍
Thank you very much, I am glad you enjoyed it.
You’re welcome! 😁
‘Dreams that survived frost, Died under the sunset.’ – unique lines. I love the combination of words and image.