Every day that passes,
Every night that the moon shines,
Gold plated glasses,
Show their definite fine lines.
Every person walking by,
Every friendly face which bears a smile,
Each person wants to cry,
For they have been alone for a while.
Every moment that comes up,
Every thought that has been seen,
Is put into a glass cup,
Where its home has always been.
The end will arrive,
For it is the final role,
Where some will dive,
Or through heaven take a stroll.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
