BEAUTY LOST AT THE HERON HOUSE
The world collapsed in thirty seconds there.
A beauty aged in a moment while the rose petals died.
Who faded into the future, without the knowledge of the past?
We all did.
We came once to that spot, to watch the herons dance.
To see how they cast their wing’s against a backdrop of stars.
Through tears we watched them fly, soaring along our fingertips.
But we did not know, or care to wonder;
if they’d ever return.
And the days folded into years while the crows walked across our faces.
Milking our eyes to the blurred canvas before us.
Sight dancing into all but silhouettes.
What was destroyed there, at the Heron house?
Was it love? Was it power to hold in the wells of your hand?
Surely love never dies. Love always saves the day.
But beauty was lost forever there.
When it was valued more than gold, in hearts that feared to fly
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I loved it sir!! Amazing 😊😊❤❤
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Thank you, this one is very easy flowing. Glad you liked it.
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You are most welcome sir!!😊😊✌
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one of my favourites from your poetry collections – so glad you chose this one to add your voice and video to.
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Thank you, yeah it has a timeless quality to it for some reason. Glad it’s one your favs too. Some newer stuff coming also.
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this poem makes me think and feel of times lost and stolen back, a very memorable piece of yours. Looking forward to new stuff!
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Hehe, thank you, hope it cuts the mustard,
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