Cycles always going on
whether we them to
or not.
It's a never ending circle
going round and round
some things end,
some don't.
Which area are you?
Everything must come to an end,
but do you know when?
The world and life
is a never ending cycle
spinning and changing
ever so slowly.
This world is never ending,
shall I join
or shall I perish
with the place
when it shall end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece Lizzie, I myself shall never die, for my words have touched the hearts of many, as yours have touched mine...Great Ink! ; -) -Kelly.