Wither Poem by Uthman Ahmad
Wither
I marvel at how
life and time relates;
My twin
grows with time
and I, a child;
Mother's tears fall
wishing to change
my nature;
thinking I hate it, Life
but no
I live happily;
though
am dying
as my twin grows
with every ticking sound of the clock
In my clan
once twins bloom
one grows;
one withers
A good start with a nice poem, Uthman.Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.
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5/11/2024 8:58:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Really an insightful bit of verse written from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Uthman.