many build ships
they can never sail
dissembling gestures
i hear
let your conscience
surf the wind
there is nothing
i can do
no
nowhere to go
lest you contest
the guardian spirit
with blood and fire
time is a
passing season
that betrays the soul
everyday is a lifetime
and anything can happen
in the course of a day
within each moment
lies a secret
a reason to see it
through each morning
until night is done
before the underworlds
of the sun have
counted our minutes
written by Frank DeFulgentis
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem