Eternal space they crave,
when time going down, through a cave,
and shallow fog we carry away—
We're the ones, who create flame,
try to drown in it,
waiting for the day to end,
till it's dusk, anyway.
In dust lying down,
we reside on ground,
not so far away, beyond a place—
So it's,
The way it goes,
Let it be,
Things they usually say.
Down to bones and veins,
chances they take, and choices they make,
Railroads passing by,
rusted lines and busted carriages—
Revealing, like a vine from night's yard,
frost on broken twigs,
and little boy wandering around,
beyond and down the passage.
Some like to sway,
place to place—
Declared as runaway,
and ravens fly through these ways:
A fear consuming you all the time,
The urge to say.
u must acknowledge young man read ours too only too only then will others know you have you read my moms smiles and 11 nice ones kindly do I thank you well hopefully in advance
In dust lying down, we reside on ground, not so far away, beyond a place— So it's, The way it goes, Let it be, .sadness, desperation. the way it i s......... misery and pain.........even then we dream and hope......... let all our poems end up in positive notes. negative thinking can affect and create depression.. tony
nice poet to be read read some of my poems i shall comment and thank you u also do spread ur seeds wi win ung man lots need thee
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I would like to translate this poem
ravens fly through these ways: A fear consuming you all the time, The urge to say. A very good poem. original in your thinking dear Poet. tony