On Silver's Eyes Poem by eric parungao

On the short course of time…
A flower may wither… and dies;
Just like many promises.

On a single breath of life,
Changes may occur;
There will be someone who will leave
And someone will be left behind…

On a flash of a moment,
Someone will go back…
On a glimpse…
On a single kiss…
But later on… once again…
Will leave…

Are we going to make promises - ?
To last that long?
Or just as short as a song?
Until…
When? Where? How?