That was then,
This is now.
Who I was then,
I'm not her now.
My former self,
A fresh water drop, that
Trickled and flowed to the paper's edge,
Until it came to its stop.
Now the stain is fully set,
No ebb and flow, the drop secure,
The dies been cast, no longer wet.
But all the years
Betwixt and Between,
Never dull the senses, emotions, and dreams.
Of what was then,
Amidst what is now,
So long remembered, becomes oh so soon.
That water drop shimmers crystal clear,
Revealed in a Dream's Cocoon.
This poem is so very true, life is a constant flux of change, nothing ever stays the same. An excellant write, thank you for posting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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