No matter, years lost
and years behind. The past
is the past, impossible to take
back, impossible to rewind.
Time running through our
fingers, like the finest sand,
being licked away by the
raging tides of the ocean.
But for as long as life still
grants us a new morning
to enjoy, as long as I can
count on your smile, endearing…
Love, will you help me make
this a much better world? Don’t
ever let my hand go, just guide me,
hold my waist through this life awhirl…
#NovemberNotes2017 – Wise Enough * Lamb
In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies, Rosema from A Reading Writer and Máh from Writing is my Pensieve.❤
I really loved this one, I think the snappy title caught my attention immediately along with the pace of the poem. I liked the image of fingers being lucked away by tides of the ocean. It was a great use of personification 🙂
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Truly beautiful. There’s a time and a place for certain things we read, and it’s those such as this which are appropriate for every time, scenario, and feeling. Incredible in all aspects.
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