Long gone are the days
when snow was white
and star sparkled night.
Long gone are the days
when tomorrow was never
and today is forever.
Long gone are the days
when I flew races
and recognised your faces.
Now,
short is day time
in morning's whichever paths
closed within darkest wraths.
Energy historic built monuments tall.
Where they are, I cant recall.
Clever works of life's best places
dwindle in significant aftermath
of long gone passion plays.
Time means nothing without beauty
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Wow, very cool!!!! Makes me feel wistful
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Exactly, my friend. Though, time is nothing without beauty. If you stop to think about it, everything really has a former glory to it. Nothing can escape it. Time has a way of leaving everything behind.
Awondwerfully written poem, Shae. Keep the ink flowing. Love and hugs...
~Donna~
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