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All Cease But This
When the mountains are but dust upon the dunes of the desert.
And the winds have long since waned of their ongoing journey.
As time grows weary of the season, another year another eon.
As the sun fades to part it's life and stars dwindle from never ceasing night.
As all such things are not meant to last eternity.
There upon will still lie my memories.
Where no tide upon the oceans of time,
Shall waste away that which I hold dear.
And the winds have long since waned of their ongoing journey.
As time grows weary of the season, another year another eon.
As the sun fades to part it's life and stars dwindle from never ceasing night.
As all such things are not meant to last eternity.
There upon will still lie my memories.
Where no tide upon the oceans of time,
Shall waste away that which I hold dear.
Published 5th Nov 2011
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21st Jul 2012 3:17pm
This was almost old fashioned, and I loved it. this was a truly incredible poem...it just really appeals to me!
