Cease to end
Time stopped by
Lazing
On a dreamful frolic
Duped by a blemish
Shining lies
A tiny speck
Flung ashore
Under the watchful guard
Of an idle moon
You wait still
For the tempestuous one
In a stormy quiet
Disarming eyes
Edging ahead
Of that proud time
And all else that is
Or can be.
1 comment:
This is simply a beautiful poem.
In such articulated words you have given live energy to your words.Good luck.
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