Time Is An Idea Poem by Bozhidar Pangelov
Time Is An Idea
Time is an idea of the over-ripe mind
The sky bent dries the earth
Did you achieve anything more than
Pain
Wreath for the eyes
Rumble
Ghostly reflection left of
“Us”
I always say; time waits for no man; . Short poem with meaning Good one.
Ghostly reflection left of “Us'... a little sad idea of the over-ripe mind, Bojiadar.
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4/28/2024 5:14:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Did you achieve anything more than / Pain..... Marwin wrote: 'Even pain / That is a God to the senses'... We the reader then accept Pangelov. If we achieve pain, we can have the god of senses, that is...we will be with life..... Nice poem. Regards, pranab k chakraborty