A
lonesome spirit,
watches
the world go by,
as
thousands of moonbows and sunsets die.
Deep
in woods,
perched
atop the sky,
it
sings a dirge,
willing
to submerge.
Shrouded
in fog,
lost
in darkness,
a
lonesome spirit watches the world go by,
as
thousands of moonbows and sunsets die.
Photograph by Phil Slade
10 comments:
It all works. Very nice words.
Sad to be so lonely, but why wait for the world to go by? Why not join in and maybe not be so lonely?
Vandana... many of us are the lonesome spirit that watches life go by.... xox ♡
Beautiful. I think at one point, we have been lonesome spirits observing the world around us. Until somehow we wake up and move.
I enjoyed this!
Beautiful as always...:)
This has such a slow soft feel to it ... loved it :-)
Lovely poem :)
Yes, it can be lonesome in the woods. One can't really be sure! great lines Vandana!
Hank
the descriptions and images are so real! loved it :)
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