Poems by Roslin Steeple

The greatest sorrows- poems by roslin steeple

The greatest sorrows always peek into the greatest truths.
A wisp, a sliver, a keyhole glimpse.
Like June air thick with rain spraying,
tempting with the promise of drenching.
Lambent as sunlight filtering through the clouds’ foreboding,
ever conscious of it’s ability to blind.
Uncertain as mornings heavy with the fervour of a dream lived,
yet grasping to remember,
the few rare fragments that linger.


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