poet Mihaela Pirjol

Mihaela Pirjol

All In Life Is Ephemeral

All in life is ephemeral.
Everything with time, it goes:
Along with it, myself—a passenger;
Life's circle closing, I suppose.

But when about my love I think,
Forever that may last:
Never enough the ink
And paper for my past!

Although everything is meant for change,
My dearest love as well;
My only heart, needs no exchange,
Nor feels to say ‘farewell'.

All in life is ephemeral.
My heart has stopped in time:
No longer myself a passenger,
Nor my soul shall die!

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life, memories, life, love and art

Poem Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Poem Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2019

Form: Quatrain


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  • Melvina GermainMelvina Germain (9/21/2015 2:10:00 PM)

    This truly is beautiful, thank you for sharing your dellightful words.....

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  • Valsa GeorgeValsa George (11/27/2014 11:53:00 PM)

    We are all travellers who sojourn the Earth for a while! Soon we have to depart, as everything here is ephemeral.....! But two things will stay.... stay for ever.... our love and our soul! A great write!

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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (9/28/2014 1:56:00 PM)

    thanks for sharing. :) bri

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