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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 Through The Candlelight Childrens Poetry 5/16/2019
 Natural Flair Inspirational Poems 5/10/2019
 Beauty and Peace Misc 5/5/2019
 Quiet musings in Spring time shade Inspirational Poems 4/29/2019
 Beauty and Wisdom Misc 4/25/2019
  While waiting for the white Spiritual Poems 1/17/2019
 Muse Misc 11/5/2017
 MOONLIGHT Love 2/24/2017
 Elephants Nature 8/22/2016
 The Shepherd's Hour Misc 8/15/2016
  Springtime Breeze Nature 3/31/2016
 Ode To A Night-In-Gale Grieving and Loss 8/26/2015
 Paper Planes And Crimson Tiles Life 8/17/2015
 Poetic Disturbance Insight 7/22/2015
 CICADAS Nature 7/18/2015
  Spiritual Equation Spiritual Poems 7/18/2015
 Mad Summer Memories Inspirational Poems 6/8/2015
 Zephyr Of The Jebel Vulture  Insight 6/5/2015
 the power of the silent words Inspirational Poems 1/27/2015
 joy,pain and between Insight 1/15/2015
 Dying Little Cat Grieving and Loss 1/14/2015
 Long ago ,happy days  Misc 1/13/2015
 SWITCH OF PITCH Misc 1/12/2015
 Blue smoke in the woods Inspirational Poems 1/5/2015
  DEATH HEAT Grieving and Loss 8/10/2014
 Poetic Drift Inspirational Poems 8/10/2014
 INK and TEARS Misc 8/8/2014
 Enigma Inspirational Poems 8/5/2014
 The Soul Of Nature Inspirational Poems 7/28/2014
 the birth of a poem Inspirational Poems 7/23/2014
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Through The Candlelight

I still remember, those dimly seen days
Back in olden times as one used to say
Golden ways, stainless memories
Reading books in the mountains' breeze

Happy souvenirs of the bright heydays
Youth times, i used to tread the pathways
Upward heading to the high hills of the eagle
To the mountain dubbed ''Mother of vultures''

How soft and tender were those short whiles
How younger and stronger i could walk for miles;
While the sad piano notes echo in my mind
I drift back reviving the child i once left behind

Oh ! the sound of the rain on my carmine roof
Splashing, exploding dancing to my heart's tune
And those blurred shadows on walls, strolling
In the moonlight, shapes back and forth scrolling,

Alas ! if only i could turn back the hours
And revive the bright shines of the flowers
And spend short while inside nature's bower
I would give my life, give my poetic power

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