Grains on the ground
With water blossom
Blossom into plants
Plants blossom into tree
The tree become grey
The grey will fall
In the river of time
Books were created
They should be open
Open to be read
Read to understand
Understood when finish
In the river of time
Candles give light
In the river of time
Their stem will shorten
When shorten, we see dark
The books will close
The trees will fall
Candles blow away
Sometimes eyes cry
Memories we hold
But soon we will fall
In the river of time
Dedicated: (To Her late Father in law)
Publish work of Eyan Desir
i understand where your coming from but it doesnt flow enough for me.Theres too many dead ends, i think its just the diction and im sure if i knew or had met you i would appreciate this more, not to say its still a lovely piece, well done.
philosophy flows with the river here, time teaches us all, thanks for the read regards uavaniceday
very expressive in simple-humble way! very beautiful! like Schubert Symphony on words!
very nice work. It reminds me of the old albert and costello 'Who's on Second'
Excellant. Very simple and expressive. I like this poem. Keep on writing.
The river is not flowing my dear.............river has to flow..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eyan this is beautiful wriitten. This is in my favourites. You got a heart of gold with this one great stuff! 10++