Time but waits to catch its breath
Slow to take the soul to death
A tear glistnes and cures the mind
Love it isn't; if it isn't blind
Swirls of color, blurred but bright
Black is white and wrong is right
Soar and fly for the night is high
Slow to fade are dreams that die
1 comment:
I think the whole arguemnt is quite compact and i have read something as simple but very powerful to its essence after a long time....so had to comment on your beautiful poem....cheers!
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