The wind is eternal.
It blows and my thought goes
Scuttering like dead leaves.
I heard the clock’s tick tock.
Should I grieve
For lost time?
There is no time
Only my temporary body clock
Which will, one day, stop.
The wind is eternal.
It blows and my thought goes
Scuttering like dead leaves.
I heard the clock’s tick tock.
Should I grieve
For lost time?
There is no time
Only my temporary body clock
Which will, one day, stop.
Beautiful
Thank you.
wow so beautiful
Thank you for your kind words.
Kevin, that is such a hauntingly beautiful poem. It simply and succinctly conveys your personal reflections, yet it does so incredibly powerfully!
Our own feelings are the best we can trust. xx Michael