Thoughts crowding my heart
Of days lost in a trot;
A long way to go; time too short,
That too, very easy to part.
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It was really a masterpiece. Elegant setting with plenty of wisdom. Great imagery. Nicely done. Thanks for sharing.
Past, flirted and kicked were coffins of goodness, Too late, indeed, realise that fullness, Gone, then born this lifelessness, Dull and dreary worthlessness. I love these set of lines. This poem is beautifully written and the flow is incredible. Thank you for sharing 10+
a poem of merit in thought and words. mark 10. shan
Bury your limitation and badness, your goodness still alive...There's nothing to take it yet, we always have time to make a proper deliverance for better life in future...bury th epast of pain...just let spirit of soul rise to the sky, for future and life..like your write very much_Unwritten Soul