Like the day breaks,
With the first rays,
Of a morning sun,
From behind the silhouette,
Of a mighty Kingdom.
The trees sway,
With the gentle breeze,
Of the morning wind,
From forests that echo,
Of a life begun.
Yonder in the meadows,
With swords drenched in blood,
Of voices defied,
From child to a warrior,
Of a dead Kingdom.
Like the twilight robe,
With the fading rays,
Of a dying sun,
From a descending horizon,
Of a life never begun!
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The Twilight Robe- I like the combination these words. :)
My goodness! I do believe we are witness to a poetic breakthrough, of sorts! Yeah, your words can touch most anyone. The poems are honey on the tongue and like a music to the ears. :D
Keep Going, Sidd. :')
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