The things you hold dear,
will disappear.
The those things called sin,
gone in the wind.
Life is a slow motion,
like the waves of the ocean.
Peace comes from understanding that life will change.
New days, new perspectives no longer strange.
Sometimes it's hard to keep going,
When past perspectives keep echoing.
To hold on or to let go?
These are things I do not know.
'The things you hold dear, will disappear.' - Is true for all ages, an absolute truth. 'Sometimes it's hard to keep going, When past perspectives keep echoing. To hold on or to let go? These are things I do not know.' - This dilemma will be there for all time to come. A well written poem.
I'm going to share that poem on my fb, , I like it.. Perfect +10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peace..... Change. Sometimes......going.......echoing. These are the lines enough to prove that the poet is prophetic in expression.