my heart keeps love and everything but for what good does it bring like a song that I can not sing a tune in the hearts rhythm of a lost melody in a hymn allowed my soul to soar upon the sky seek for love eternal in heavenly high hold on and stayed a while though faint and frail for each day is a journey that tells tale yet still fail.
A pithy poem…’each day is a journey that tells tale yet still fail’… the poet seems to find it futile to show love but tries to ‘hold on’ to find it a vain continuous attempt …
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A beautiful painting! The poem is in the form of a contemplative lament.
Reflective and wistful, this is a fine exemplar of the author’s poetic metier.
A pithy poem…’each day is a journey that tells tale yet still fail’… the poet seems to find it futile to show love but tries to ‘hold on’ to find it a vain continuous attempt …