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A River Meets His Sea (poem)

Updated on December 31, 2013

A river drifts into the endless sea

A lifeless soul no meaning after all

A bitter waist as sun begins to fall

So now with fear he meets his destiny

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He spent his timeless spring in memories

Which soon gave way to seasons of the rain

And after that his life appeared so plain

Gray sands along his bank are all he sees

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If I could do it all a second time

Where teardrops sharing heartbreak with his mind

So hard to face the fate which was resigned

The stairs to thing undone he now must climb

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He closes eyes as ending this ensues

A field of flowers last thing that he views

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Nice real nice.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Jst like neighbors hods that tend to change over the years. This can apply to so many things that 'used to be.'

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Heart-touching poetry, Martin.

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Great poetry here with lots of emotions.

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      Linda Rogers 3 years ago from Minnesota

      So full of sadness and regret. A beautifully written poem Martin. Sadly, many people are feeling this way right now.

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      shanmarie 3 years ago

      I guess sorrow is the word, but you do express it so beautifully.

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Very sad indeed, Martin, but as always beautifully written. Happy New Year my friend.

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      Such grief and sadness expressed in this sorrowful poem.

      A life in turmoil and a spirit disheartened easily become disillusioned.

      I suppose the last view we can hope for, is a glimpse of wild flowers.

      Nice work, Martin.

      DJ.