For whom the bell tolls

No one knows--

For whom whispers Echo

No one knows--

When the howling Wind

Wipes away a Geranium;

No one can vouch,

The black cloud hovers above;

In steady wave of doubt.

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Silence follows--

Triumphantly in mellow steps;

Everywhere it's loneliness and shadow;

Of falling anamnesis haze...

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Note :

Yes the title I have borrowed from Respected Sir Ernest Hemingway's most famous work. 🙂

Rest of course is a poetry of my own rendezvous with shadow and decay.

I will not however try to demonstrate the meaning, as it's upto the Readers to take it like the way they want to. 😊

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I hope you are enjoying the works of this poetry collection :)

Take care

Love to all ❤

-- Isa