For Symphony, where ever you are
They say
That fairies and elves
Are not real
That
Happiness
Is short lived
That
We are all
Forms
Of energy
Also
The grass
Is green
On any side
That time
Waits for none
They didn’t say
That you
Don’t wait
Either
Time
And you
Blowing out candles
Similar
In your transience
Similar
In your tenacity
To go away.
posted by Prat @ 10:10 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
Poignant! And beautiful! Deeply reflective..
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In your transience
Similar
In your tenacity
To go away.
some of the most beautiful lines I have read in recent times.
To wait is the most excruciating thing to endure. In a sense all of us are waiting for death.
viper
Hey wow,
Beautiful post!
And yes indeed grass is green on any side;-)!
Wow..very beautifully written !
And yes everything is transient..if good times are a passe..so are bad times!
Very nice, Prat! Very gentle
This post was like blowing out candles. Energy into energy, then poof! Nothing. Loved the last four lines.
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Beautifully placed words . Nice poem
Prat,
A very beautiful poem. I was going through my old posts tonight when I saw a comment by W.B... Now I could be totally wrong in making the connection, but I just felt like dropping by & saying hi.
Hope you're doing well & taking really long strides towards a Nobel, :)
S!
Hi S!
It is nice to here from you, as always.
I am doing well (I think), invisible things just keep us going.
How are you, and which is the post that you refer to?
Wishing you the whitest pouring of eternal light...
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