Combing her hair
silence, blank stare
suddenly drops of tears
as the sun retreats

pair of nightingales
mate on their nest
happily singing songs
echoes of blissfulness

behind the windows
there is no solace
only the sound of hush
yielded, she has

wind kissing the chimes
passing of seasons
behind the windowpane
alone, she has remained

6 Responses to "Lost"

  1. Ronald,

    A very lonely watch on the pasing of life outside that windowpane.

    Best wishes, Eileen

  2. I love love poetries!With this one, I can feel her melancholy.

  3. Awwwwww..the poem heartily expresses the feeling of the author. Even though, I am not poetic type of person I always love reading them. It has a melodramatic appeal to me.

    Applause to your wonderful poem.

  4. I love the portrait used on this poem.

  5. I just love poems and this post made me love poems more.

  6. Anonymous11:36

    when I'm sad or scared I go to poem web sites for comfort. cuz for encouragement sometimes security. just tha fact that they relate. another wards its , I guess a"good thing?"


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