The Impermanence Of Things Poem by DM W
The Impermanence Of Things
O empires rise and empires fall. Youth turns to age.
Everything passes into the stream of Time.
All possessions are fleeting; only Love remains.
Distractions give way to profound symbols and signs.
In the depths of darkness, the Light can still be found.
Although summer's brief roses wither and die,
And sweet blossoms of desire no longer abound,
The deeper, warm realms of inner beauty survive.
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