Winds Of Yesterday

Winds Of Yesterday short poem

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Broken thoughts fell strewed around
The dark path winding long ahead
Shadows lay at the edge of her feet
Each step of hers into an unknown abyss
Lost somewhere in the sands of Time
Blurred seconds stretched to years
Through the inky black impregnable by light
Shedding hope every inch of the way
Trudged her bare heart on and on
Shut out from her lovely world
Slender fingers closely clutched
Crumbled pieces of laughter echoes
Brought by the winds of yesterday

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An intensity of feelings is evident. Metaphors are finely tuned. An effective evocation of dark and intense emotions. exquisitely executed.


Beautiful. Well written and the emotions well penned.

Randall Smith

I don’t know what I was looking for but this just got darker and darker. Such sadness and so well explained. Very touching.


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