Past Tense Of Seasons: 04: - The Perfect Scale Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Past Tense Of Seasons: 04: - The Perfect Scale
Scales are dead
They seldom measure
the length of a road
travelled with passion,
the breadth of a heart
That beats on and on,
The height of a dream
cherished so long,
the depth of a desire
rooted miles or a furlong.
Time scales life
in frames-
past and future,
in names-
great and rare,
in pages-
written and read,
in phases-
golden and dead,
in zones-
gained and lost,
in forms-
worst and best.
Time scales life in frames- past and future, in names- great and rare, in pages- written and read, in phases- golden and dead, in zones- gained and lost, in forms- worst and best. Thanks for sharing
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4/26/2024 2:30:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Time scales life in frames- past and future, in names- great and rare, in pages- written and read, in phases- Lovely lines, amazing write.10