PoetryTime #Poetry One day slips into the next, and rolls from in-between. And stars, they pass from East to West, like waves within a dream. ––– Who can stop her dreaded march, this maiden rued by all? Her pace may seem to vary so, but “onward” is her call. Rate this:Share this:Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
The imagery this poem inspires is quite amazing. Simple, short and powerful. Thank you for posting this. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
really nice
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Lovely!!!
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Very very nice:)
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BEAUTIFUL ❤
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Awesome poem! The theme reminds me of Shakespeare’s 60th sonnet.
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Thank you 👍💐
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The imagery this poem inspires is quite amazing. Simple, short and powerful. Thank you for posting this.
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Glad you liked it mam.. thank you
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Awesome 😁
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lovely words 🙂
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you write very well!
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Thank you. Yaa sure will go through your blog buddy
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