Fleeting Poem by AngelLucianna Vesna

Fleeting

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Fleeting

I wish Life can fleet, more swiftly and rapidly,
Moments by minutes, added hours by more days.
Sometimes living is endless and often seems frightfully dreary.
Bitter sweet...often sour... & almost find it too bland to taste.

Once the White swan had now turned nearly Black,
Moments become minutes, more hours by longer days.
Dancing on mine fields and twirl painfully to fleet...
Hopelessly wishing...secretly craving stillness... frolic once more on the beautiful luminous peace.

Fleeting from life is sometimes easier.
Moments still turns into minutes, continual hours mean extra days.
Isolation is perhaps is my way of finding an escape...
Being alone...and remaining solitary...is how I think it must be.

Moments tick minutes shall pass, new hours by coming days.
Pray for no more sorrows and soon “time” will ease the sting.
Perhaps only until then - in that future new day...
I will wish no more for any fleeting days...

For now, I thank you for all my dear hearted friends,
Remain with me when I fleet and fret.
I don’t know when it will come to an end
But I am truly grateful for everything we shared.

Fleet...run...surely is not a bad thing? ? ?
At least you know once I am worn I will lay my head.
It is what I will do now,
Good night to all until the next sun rise and shine again.

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