The somber night
slowly glides in disguise
passing my mind
with a reverential bow,
I realize that this too will pass by...
Beyond the mask of the night
brilliant shine begins to expand
passing my mind
with a reverential bow,
I realize that this too will pass by...
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funny, i was thinking the same thing.. i read somewhere the universe itself is unstable.. nothing lasts for long.. joy or sorrow..
ReplyDeletewe must have night before the glory of sunrise... nicely done
ReplyDeleteWhat not will not pass by, Cyclop??
ReplyDeleteYou seem to know all, and yet speak like a child...yeah, sometimes mind works that way..
Radha says true...Universe is here to pass by...they say :)
anyway, nice poetry...
wishes,
devika