as we are never alone
lonesome either
embarking upon our waves
the pretext of time.
When all our pains in tears
And joys in beauty
decay and detract to the plume
Like an arrow from the bow.
yet life lighted deters
Flinging into the fire each day
When we meet our time
Slowly shoving off beyond.
time is the best healer, but it does kills a lot of good things tht once we had...'TIME'.........it really makes things look diffrent.......what was may not be now and vice versa....but thts the law of nature..........lovely.......thnx for sharing love n peace dolly
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'as' 'yet' 'but' 'and' - there is a ferocious rigidity to your poems. Perhaps you have one way of looking at things and should experiment a little! It follows this structure in each poem, try to experiment with structure and stop using flow-on lines all the time. Dont need to join all verses to make these long sentences with 'as' yet and 'but' lol It was okay for a few, but come on man. a mind needs to be fluid not so conclusive in form. Freedom awaits you! .. with respect, zubyre.