The love moment when, after many years and years
of hope and a meaning of a great future.
You stand in the center of your garden,
looking at the beautiful mother nature,
wondering at least how you can hear, the
voices beneath the trees and the whisper
of wild winds coldly blows and
you say, This is my life.
Who told you the meaning of love,
Who told you love wins over hatred?
Oh who or what, but time,
who likes to take every precious moment away from you.
For thousands and seconds you watch; future
crashes down on the ground; the time speeds up,
turning love rich and rare.
....
The love moment when, after many years and years
of freedom, happiness and love.
But now, you stand again in the center of your garden,
screaming out loud and clear
getting your message across mother nature,
knowing at last your precious moment ends quick
as the ticking time bomb takes your love away once again.
No, they whisper. Your not at the point of leaving.
Your still breathing, time after time
you will not, cannot go.
It was always you, who wanted another turn,
you wanted to grow up again.
The love moment ends when the time takes over love,
making love poor,poor,poor.
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Bunch of POEMS
PoetryThis is an bunch of poems, I had in my mind for pretty long time and now I want to share with you. The main bit you need to know is that this is mostly about love, hatred and time running out, as you've short amount of time to spend your precious mo...
