Lines Of Ink Xii Poem by Nyx C Styx
Lines Of Ink Xii
the Devil was an angel once
the wise man was a dunce
Love may transmute to hate
the rushed moment will wait
the man who is blind
still looks behind
the sun will set
the past we cannot forget
the moon we cannot see by day
is the only midnight ray
those who make you taste rust
will one day by your feet be dust
in the musty dirt old
we may find a grain of gold
reality was once a dream
silence follows the scream
skies bleed blue into black
straight was once the arched back
feelings that could never fade
will in seas of indifference wade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/2/2024 11:06:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is a lot of truth in this poem. the Devil was an angel once Love may transmute to hate the sun will set reality was once a dream (Many of the wonderful things we enjoy today, such as television, telephones, airplanes, etc. were once just dreams to the inventors.) Some things are not true: the moon we cannot see by day (The moon is often visible where I live in the daytime) But this is a fine poem nevertheless! Thanks for posting it.
Thank You so much for your input. Have a wonderful day :)