My age seemed breathless
As the nostalgias mount the greens.
The conceived promises flied,
In the wildness of lost air.
My life in its brim,
I kept standing with troth,
Time made me grow to die,
Beautiful poem with so lovely lines. Thanks for sharing it.10++ for it.
Subhas
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My age seemed breathless As the nostalgias mount the greens. The conceived promises flied, In the wildness of lost air. My life in its brim, I kept standing with troth, Time made me grow to die, Beautiful poem with so lovely lines. Thanks for sharing it.10++ for it. Subhas