Renaissance These time-worn paths so well I know Dwellings clad,clay-shingles glow. I too strode through there without fear Timeless friends forever near. Sublime the joy of gifts that brought Instilling wonders into this heart. Fortitude not to depart. The blue bird although no longer there Its kin's song now sweetens the air. Enchanted moments long since gone Echoes linger,gently spawn Appoint another renaissance,utmost delight, Transform to Spring the Winter night. Dazzle dark chambers with their light. The tempest now a fragrant breeze. The heart at last serene at peace, Yearns no more for the distant star Contend with matters as they are. Enticed no more nor be allured Coherent what was once obscured By gifts of love at last assured. Walter Stuck
Reason for writing:
I was reading a poem by Robert Frost. I wanted to see if I could imitate somewhat his style.
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