And oh!
Life is nothing but a clock
that keeps ticking and turning around;
dusk to dawn, night to day
it keeps repeating per se.
Like the dream
that always returns.
The retreating tide of the sea
twirls and pearls, song after song,
both knowing this won't last long.
Drip, slip,
hear my heart beat.
All I think of now,
is to preserve this little rhyme,
saving our love for
another lifetime.
YOU ARE READING
letters to someone
Poesíaliterally free verse poems, writings and maybe even a paragraph or two, addressed to someone. the "someone" here is not specific, not the same and not a real person. it could be anyone :)))
