sorrow is not forever
whenever hope gains a foothold
give me your hand, dear
and leave these burial fields behind
we rest our old ways on the funeral pyre
and hatch new wings within its fire
fragile and strong are we
the lustre in our eyes
we’re spinning dreams in our sleep
look to my eyes, dear
we’ll move the world in our wake
we rest our old ways on the funeral pyre
and hatch new wings within its fire
fragile and strong are we
let’s shrug off our draconian veils
let these settle in the dust at their feet
lay your brow to mine, dear
in a nest full of golden eggshells
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
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This is absolutely beautiful and very touching. :’)
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It’s so very nice of you to say, my friend. Thank you thank you thank you! 🙂
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“sorrow is not forever”
true
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Yes indeed. Besides, unending sorrow is too exhausting!
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really like your post. so inspiring. wish i could write the same like you
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Aw, you’re so very kind! Thank you so much!
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This is so beautiful Tony! I love the imagery.
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Thank you so much, Julia! 🙂
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Wow, so beautiful, so much empowering! Full of hope.
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We certainly meant it to be those things. Thank you so much for your kinds words, Nehal! 😀
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Absolutely gorgeous poem. Loved ❤👍
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Thanks so much, Suzette. You’re so kind! 😀
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My pleasure ❤❤
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Lovely. This is a much more eloquent expression of my usual phrase: “Cleave and leave.” Thank you.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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