Life has no endings but a series of beginnings
has a speed of a lightning, mystical as a dream
It is an eye of an infant, smile of a youth
time of innocence the sweetest fruit
It is a journey up in the sky above
or a silent solitude down below the ground
It is a doubtful crossroads in a path of thoughts
or just a lovely rose that full of thorns
It is a question still in unraveled quests
Until today before history sets
WOW! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! That was an amazing poem. Keep up the good work.
Nice description and imagination of life! You could describe each aspect of life in dramatic words. I like it. Best wishes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing piece of write, your expression is remarkable..the words - { It is an eye of an infant, smile of a youth time of innocence the sweetest fruit }...Priceless my friend. Keep this gift of yours going....10/10 Best wishes Jon.