On Endings Poem by Vassilis Christakis

On Endings



A time of lore, a time of passion, has now succumbed to sweet decay
The race for poems, once so in fashion, is now no more a fun relay
Creative thoughts, the mind's percussion, are slow to beat the day's drum
The task is done, order restored, the water no longer escapes the dam.

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Unwritten Soul 03 October 2016

The structure and rhymes are amazing here...and wording are good as well :) Keep it coming!

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