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Song of the Elder Heart

Reflection of an elder

By Swords and Feathers Published 4 years ago 1 min read

Songs of my heart,

Poems illuminate,

A dream from a garden,

Welcoming with doors open,

Toss a coin,

For the magician,

I felt rich as I had gold,

Now I wear silver of old,

A dream from a loving soul,

For a simple life before the fall,

A blessing I can't comprehend,

You who I could never wed,

Half dreams hanging on crescent moon,

Hanging on by the threshold on a thin line,

Feeling content, asking to be saved,

When I was younger I never behaved,

Younger am I now, the colors never faded,

A portrait on the wall of my beloved,

Age is a mystery, it is only a number,

Still a child in my world feeling a little wiser

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Swords and Feathers

My name is Ritesh D. Singde. I write spiritual, philosophical poems that are often heartfelt. I'm inspired emotionally by instrumental music that I translate into metaphors and poems/short stories.

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