My rended heart, through anguish shatters fore,
A stone, that sullen weighted spirits hold,
The scattered sands adrift on sorrow’s shore,
Where grieving angel’s mournful bells have tolled.
Uncaring winds have rendered lifeless now,
Whose tenderness imbued thy loving years,
Disjoined of radiance, the broken bough,
Conveyed to rest on waves of weeping tears.
Entombed, abiding silent kirkyard drear,
Whose eyes no longer shine with living flame,
Or consecrate my desperate ears to hear,
Whose voice, now muted memories reclaim.
Where cherished bonds of mortal presence fell,
In silent mourning, solemn sorrows dwell.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
My rended heart, through anguish shatters fore,
A stone, that sullen weighted spirits hold,
The scattered sands adrift on sorrow’s shore,
Where grieving angel’s mournful bells have tolled.
Uncaring winds have rendered lifeless now,
Whose tenderness imbued thy loving years,
Disjoined of radiance, the broken bough,
Conveyed to rest on waves of weeping tears.
Entombed, abiding silent kirkyard drear,
Whose eyes no longer shine with living flame,
Or consecrate my desperate ears to hear,
Whose voice, now muted memories reclaim.
Where cherished bonds of mortal presence fell,
In silent mourning, solemn sorrows dwell.
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