Nicholas Bradvica Poetry

The cobbled, dreary steps
wait before
the cool autumn winds.
Broken in silence
bearing in mind
that all must end.
Yes, even the road of cobbled
stone.

They sulk in
remorse. Saturated.

Never again will
they lead the swaying leaves
to a new life.
Broken in silence.
For the cobbled stones bear
in mind, that all must
end.
Yes, even the road of
cobbled stone.

Everything ends.

Poet: Nicholas Bradvica