If a day were a grain of sand,
And if a month were a pile of sand,
Then won't an entire life be a desert?
A desert upon which immortals walk,
for what are years to those who wield
The secret to eternal life?
Yet the sands sting the feet of they who walk,
For eternity in isolation in the eye o' the sun
Blazing with unrivaled ferocity and engulfing
Every inch of sand in burning fire,
And the cold o' the night that freezes
One's flesh and bones into ice
But they are forced to walk the desert
Of life though none, save few, live there
As they seek salvation in the rumoured oasis
Desiring nothing but the cool, sweet waters of death;
But on flaming sand they continue, immortals eternal
On the ever shifting sands of time that threaten
To trip and engulf one's soul in eternal anguish
The grief of a life lived too long
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
