A Face Of Stone
A face of stone, a fortress torn,
By time’s embrace, both scarred and worn.
One eye of ice, one filled with fire,
A tale of loss, of old desire.
The lips are cracked, yet seem to speak,
Of whispers lost, of days once bleak.
Through hollowed cheeks and shattered skin,
A life remains, though crumbling thin.
Branches twist from wounds so deep,
Where walls once stood, roots now creep.
A castle’s ghost, a human form,
Both earth and soul in ruin warm.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Such a poignant poem on how one sees life from various perspectives. Good job.