Let falling leaves not make a sound.
As peace prevails and night abound.
Intertwined in fingers frail….
A numbing softness love entail…..
One last time in your embrace….
Myself and Death stand face to face.
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superb re my friend…;-))~:gift:~
careless scribble but strangely leave a nice aftertaste..despite the death bit.
Why death? You could stand face to face with a loved one…. and enjoy the tranquility….. death can wait.
Fabulous pome! I”m no poet but I liked this one it has touch of elegance in a class of its own!
WHAT is IT with young people and their fascination with death…?! Especially in between Festive ”tamasha time”. ~~~~~~
As possibly intended …., it rankles and makes us squirm…. Yet a chillingly, pretty piece. Kudos again, ZZ!
Fab pome and i guess poets can”t help making death a muse right?
Ditto Kush… The sounds of the poem touched my ears & my senses too! :O)
nice one ….. hmmm….
ooooooooh!
why?
good piece but too much thoughts of death
certainly not just a scribble - thoughts pensive and poignant they are…
Silence and pensive thoughts as the evening departs,
A world beyond the sky beckons me to its heart.
Your poems are soul stirring.
Soffffft…. like a down pillow. In your poems, I always note the cadence, the rhythm of words, and so I read twice — once for the meaning, and the secone time, under my breath, for the cadence. Warm Regards, Krish
nice
Tis too deep a reflection to be relegated to a scribble……..poignant stuff this………
scribble away, little champ…we relish your stuff…
a bit hurried ri8 now, so wil cum back 2 re-read d poem, but lovely pic!
Too reflective of my present state….thanks for this ….!
good one. liked the sound of the poem.
Nice rhyme.
very very imagistic……..