With Time All Is Gone
In the untrodden sheath,
Of my self,
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I like the line with pyre to evaporate.Into the womb of great nothingness this is a tight poem.
As unknown dream! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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After the storm comes a ghostly silence. Time brings peace. I enjoy reading it again. Splenditly.
your flow is like the NILE YOU HAVE A VERY INDEPENDENT AND CREATIVE STYLE LOVELY R U PG 1000000000000000000000000 ++++++++AND A VOTE
Deep reflections on the racing time that takes away everything. Life is so beautiful but its temporariness makes it a bitter reality. Well penned.