We run.
Perchance dance in the sun.
But behind the sunlight
We know the night
Will come
And our fleeting pleasure
Must end in dust.
We run.
Perchance dance in the sun.
But behind the sunlight
We know the night
Will come
And our fleeting pleasure
Must end in dust.
We can usually expect a darker tone by the end of your poems Kevin, I love the way you say a lot in a few words.
Thank you. I’m pleased you enjoyed this poem and that you like my style more generally. Best wishes. Kevin