The Hands Of The Hours....... Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Hands Of The Hours.......
the hands of the hours
are leaves
wilted and fallen and
taken by the winds
the wings of the winds
are those of the eagle's
its eyes of storms burn
to the ones who insist on
loving those who cannot love
in return.
Monday, April 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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5/23/2024 5:37:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Love is unconditional. This cannot be returned back. This poem is very brilliantly penned.