In the garden of shadows, a secret dance,
Whispers weave a tapestry of chance.
Silent echoes, a moonlit trance,
A symphony of twilight, a fleeting romance.
Beneath the surface, where shadows play,
Illusions shimmer, leading astray.
A fragile truth in the light of day,
Unraveling the dreams in disarray.
The stars above, witnesses untold,
Their stories are written in bold constellations.
Yet, in the darkness, mysteries unfold,
A cosmic riddle, a narrative not to be controlled.
Within the heart, emotions ignite,
Passions flicker with an eternal light.
Yet, in the coldness of the night,
Love's flame extinguished, taken flight.
It is a dance of time, where moments waltz,
Yesterday's memories, tomorrow's faults.
Yet, when reversed, the past exalts,
A tapestry woven, connections that halt.
So, read these words, and explore both ways,
The tale revealed, forevermore.
In the echoes of now and the days to come,
A reverse journey, a meaning to adjoin.
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F.R. Gautvik
Author & screenwriter. I love outdoor sports and sitting in front of a fireplace on a cold day - writing.
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deep and beautifully written!
This was a good inverse poem. Quite whimsical in what it states.