This Passing Time Poem by spiritual seeker
This Passing Time
Of this passing time,
A day is certainly very short,
Other times, a minute is so very long.
Living and dreaming..
Of mountains with clear flowing creeks,
Come to think of it..
Why are my ideas so very dry now?
As dry as the desert of Rajasthan!
Oh! .. let me dream again,
Of wild flowers growing and blooming,
Up in the cool high plateau,
Embraced by the visiting soft low clouds,
Leaving little droplets of life's ether…
Giver and receiver,
Without fail, making passionate promises..
to meet again and again,
In a natural cycle of life!
Life is full of irony. And if very brief moments could be longer than long days, then, certainly, it is possible for you to to dream again. The dreams are there simply for the embracing. Dream on.
I think this is a wonderful poem. I think can follow the flow of thoughts. Fantastic dreams. Keep on dreaming these marvellous dreams and keep putting them in melodious verses as you did. A 10+ from me
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4/26/2024 1:22:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is full of irony. And if very brief moments could be longer than long days, then, certainly, it is possible for you to to dream again. The dreams are there simply for the embracing. Dream on. Great job.