It dies and the other rises.

The sparkling-

orb is waning in-

the heavens and-

the sorry plight of dawn-

draws nigh.

 

Gazing at the starry sky-

that bears a close resemblance-

to the image i dost not defy with-

parables Conspiracy loves to heed-

wholeheartedly with infatuation-

the exhortation bestowed by-

Honesty denies to dwell with,embrace-

with and enfold with ,silently with no-

strife.  

 

To Woe and Grief,the mournful dawn-

wilt be dusk of Hale and Hearty I dost not-

handle with care but a golden heart towards-

the salvation that saves me from merciless affliction

gaudy summit loves.

Reviews

[stars are far]

this was nice ..
well done ,but i didnt understand some of the words ..

[Dayran]

Smooth.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Gazing at the starry sky-
that bears a close resemblance-
to the image i dost not defy with-
parables Conspiracy loves to heed-"
So many strong statements in this poem. I had to read a few times. A powerful ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Cheng Yew,Chew]

sorry,there is an error over here,last line ----the correction is gaudy summits love.

[Thea]

A very fine piece you got here...I love the last line...It is very powerful...
Excellent work again.
:)))