Perhaps soon these days will pass
Days of grey fading into dark
Then the waiting will be done
Fate will be accomplished
Days of grey fading into dark
A different way I then will live
Fate will be accomplished
I wait in limbo for this time
A different way I then will live
A foreigner in this land
I wait in limbo for this time
Whiling away my days
A foreigner in this land
No signposts there I’ll find
Whiling away my days
Waiting for time to pass
No signposts there will I find
Just memories that fade
Waiting for time to pass
Colours now all gone
Just memories that fade
Are my companions now
Colours now all gone
Perhaps soon these days will pass
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Clichéd as it may sound, this too shall pass.
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind”?
Beautifully done!
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Thankyou Nandita. Your comnent encourages me to keep writing. Not that I could stop anyway lol. Sadly, I will not see Spring with my eyes. Though I may see in it my heart. My world will be forever grey. But my husband tells me that the first snowdrops are just beginning to push up out of the ground. Pure innocence. Smile.
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i pray the Lord will help you as this time will pass. I also pray that the Lord will show you the colors that those of us with vision can see. May he give you a vision of the colors of hope, love, joy, peace, kindness, thoughtfulness, compassion and forgiveness. God bless you.
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It is just a poem, Lidia. It could be anyone that the piem is about. My,piems eo not HAVE to be about me. Many of them are not. They are observations. However, my OWN particular state will not pass. I am incurable. My ohtsucal sight will never come back. Nor will my independence. I will be forever bound to somebody else. My personhood has gone. I do thank you for your prayers though. God bless you my friend xx
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