Loss To The Time ~ Poem by Gordon Walter
Loss To The Time ~
Time, the silent thief, walks with pride,
stealing voices once thundered wide.
poets who danced with fire and rhyme,
now whispers lost in halls of time.
Once hunters of thought, fierce and grand,
now echoes drift like desert sand.
their words remain — a ghostly trail,
of dreams that soared, and hearts that fell.
Time hunts the hunter, cold, supreme—
Yet leaves behind the pulse of dream.
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