Castle Ruins Poem by Eva Beylich

Castle Ruins

Rating: 4.5


Wafts of mist draft as
soft-focus lenses of
time over the hot spring.
Bulging bodies wallow
in idleness and affluence.
Many a tear is mixed
with the wet - in vain.
Water carries more reliable
than certain sorts of love.
The young ones swim away
in the face of the ruins.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: age
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
E.j. Langley 05 December 2015

Bulging bodies wallow in idleness and affluence! Awesome! Forgive me if I rifle through your submissions and pick out the tasty bits.

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Anil Kumar Panda 24 November 2015

What a sweet drop! ! Thanks for sharing.

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