(066) Dark Tide Poem by premji premji
(066) Dark Tide
O Time,
Hurt me with your
wild moments,
claw my lungs and
pour into my heart
agonies of the unloved!
O Time,
When you fall in the depths of
Pain and solitude, you understand
The serenity of love!
But, O Time,
Let me tell you this:
Love, like revolution,
Every time eats away
Its own kin!
a strong defensive offensive cry towards a time, revolting, in love affair... good write...10/10
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4/27/2024 4:49:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is true that love kills the lovers both in and out