Life is an empty abode
Built on the verge of
An invisible road
Leading to perpetual death
Muted in an eternal mode
Deprived of an omen
Or a node
Red, yellow, green
Encircled in a triadic universal code.
i like it says alot brings me to think of life and how it is today
Very much I like your poem. A truth is included in it. Nice you wrote, really. Thank you. Greetings. (10v.) Dagmara Anna
So much to ponder on..as it is not only written with a metaphysical overtone but we order our lives like that..what is most important we prioritise and clinically too. So much to ponder on here. E
short and marvelous enough. You have strange idea about life. Nearly all negatives, no positive. well that's your way, I can't change it.
Yes, the only thing we are sure of is death- when our moment comes...nature goes on doing what it has done from the beginning of time - they are better off than we humans but we interfere with them too....good write this. Thank you Cindy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very true. Most of the time we do not where our life is going. We all know that we are going to die one day, yet we always want to heap more and more material possessions.