by Luke VanDerPol
You stretch up to the sky
to reach out for it’s light
And all your dreams fade out
into the atmosphere
Like potential without time-
like an essence without life.
Though a myriad of changes wound
and flecks on fragile petals mar,
an emptiness can’t befall it
if the ruined perseveres,
but the whisper of eternity is lost
to one that's waiting for the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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