The End Of Time Poem by Giovanni Torchia
The End Of Time
Oh harbinger of death and shadowed sorrow
We bow in your dominion that we may borrow
Just one more minute of precious lasting life
Even if it means to live in sacrificial strife
Your wrath is like a raging running bull
You make us dormant when our end is full
You smite down souls within their prime
The destroyer of worlds your name is time.
Your wrath is like a raging running bull You make us dormant when our end is full You smite down souls within their prime The destroyer of worlds your name is time. - - - - - - -Time consumes all, big or small.Thanks for sharing this poem of depth.Congratulations for Poem of the Day ! !
Wrath is like a raging running bull! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thoughtful and intriguing poem.it opens a question- who are we beyond time? We have a limited time span but who are we- consciousness moving in a body? Fascinating mystery Life Thank you Giovanni full marks
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I would like to translate this poem
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Such a nice presentation of lines about death... Congrats on being chosen.. Rated 10++++ You may visit my HEARTACHES WILL NEVER LAST, BATHE YOUR HEART, and TAKE TIME TO THINK. Thanks, Giovanni👍