Until The Very End - Poem by bala .mv
When an hour is a day,
A day is a year,
And a season is like the passing of a lifetime.
When the springs fade,
And the winter lasts long,
The rivers run dry and the hours last even longer.
When the days are old,
And the nights are cold,
The wind howls and the moon shines to cast a shadow.
When the clocks dead stop,
And the strength fails my arms,
Good memories are only categorised under history.
But Until the very End,
I will fight till the rocks turn to dust,
But too well do I know, “What goes up,
“Must also fall…”
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