Speak to me. (Sam)
Do you see?
Tell me that you care for me. (Paul)
Do you hear?
Hold me in your arms, sweetly. (Daughter)
Do you feel?
Time flies like light
through the keyholes.
Don't, don't, don't, my little love.
A rose that ages
and does not tremble in the eye of the earth (Magma)
Remain a soft leaf that was forgotten
by the touch of the great purifier. (Shiva)
Surrender lightly within your mist.
Because you, like a lake of the most ancient Goddess of Zeus,
can transform into whatever you wish.
Even into a tiny, tiny leaf.
My delicate image (Unknown reader)
Radiant soul of reflection.
I love you to the beginning and back.
Very much.
About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
If you like my creations, leave a kind comment and I will gladly reply to you.
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Halloween has come and gone, but Autumn is still a great time for a ghostly scare. I love to hear a good ghost story, especially while gathered around a campfire. Who doesnβt? I thought I would share a few of my very favorite Short Stories of Horror.
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Comments (4)
You're so good, Manuel. I've only known you for a short amount of time, and I can indeed say I care for you. Your writing inspires me every day. Thank you so much. Thank you for reminding me that I can transform into "a little leaf." Today I am the tree that holds the leaf but tomorrow I may be just the little leaf trembling in the wind. You, sir, create pictures unlike any other poet I've met yet.
Omg time flies like light-I resonate with that
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"Time flies like light through the keyholes." Those lines were especially beautiful. Loved your poem!