SONNETS Verses, Hymns and Symphonies

THE FRIEND AT THE ROAD’S END

December 19, 2018

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A child of the wind am I; a shadow,

With every new light of sun slow fading,

With every new day flowering, a meadow

Built of bones of the dusts of past dreaming.

Oh death! Closer, closer to you my friend

Each passing day, to you, I do return.

Forgotten and oblivious I bend

Down the road whence your dark, seeing eyes burn.

Chain of spent exhales trail behind my steps,

Winds shy of touching death’s sultry breath.

Yet all my roses, all my gems he schleps-

Him, the grim, to adorn your friendless heath.

–And yet, and yet, that’s where I’m head. To you,

Old friend, with all things else, that once were born.

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A sonnet of sorts?

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© 2018 Sahana Narendran

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