No mountain is forever built.
Flowers bloom then they wilt,
nature's forces wear them down,
forever lost and never found.
Moonless nights where light is dead,
phantom coldness shears my head;
jagged rock and icy steel
camouflage the things I feel.
When my eyes turn to the sea,
waves of passion thrive in me.
Caution I dropp to a whirl of wind,
freely falls in the ocean's spin.
Voyages I fail to take
each day harder are they to make.
A heart must act or never win.
Inertia is the greatest sin!
From the introductory idea till the culmination in the end, your composition is measured by all line & length...good poetry with a result in our hand: A heart must act or never win. Inertia is the greatest sin!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, you have to do something to make life work Thanks