Eternety Poem by Amer Rizwan

Eternety

Rating: 5.0


Listen to whispering decay
The phantom is not far away
Tis bent on spoiling poses
Trampling lilacs and roses
Is there a permanent sway
To a thing made up of clay?
Crying things will vanish
All but manners'll parish

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Amer Rizwan

Amer Rizwan

Sabirabad. Karak. NWFP. Pakistan.
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