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acceptance
by Cymbre DolphayI walk through this valley
in the shadow of death
cold handed, cold breathed
alone to my travels
alone in my strife
the sorrow I know
has imprisoned me here
left to my fate
The sun shall return
and the land of light
but now it is dark
while the heart mourns
the loss of something lovely
nothing that can be changed
just a setback of life 05/16/2003 Author's Note: don't look at that boy again
Posted on 05/17/2003
Copyright © 2025 Cymbre Dolphay
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/18/03 at 02:44 AM Yes, just a setback of life. Can be a begining of something good. After all events are interconnected. One cannot be separated from the other.Well said. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/04/03 at 10:49 PM Brilliant poetry...really enjoyed this! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/04/03 at 10:49 PM PS: Love the title also!! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/24/15 at 10:41 AM to love is prosaic. to be loved is poetic. poetry ultimately is not about being loved but bout about love that goes unrequited. it is the germ of poetry, this needing to be loved in return. |
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