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Transition
We know the end will come
to all whose beginning are now,
and to those we see no more
we wonder the path they go.
Like trees on wings of seasons
mindless of passing climes,
we watch with stunted reasons
as dusts rob us of time.
Behind is the day of the old,
when dauntless youths grow wild
on gentle strides so bold;
Mother-earth kiss the feet of a child.
In front lies the day of the unborn
to thrust lives into the hands of history;
we become aware that life sojourns,
like the ageless mountains enshrouded in mysteries.
to all whose beginning are now,
and to those we see no more
we wonder the path they go.
Like trees on wings of seasons
mindless of passing climes,
we watch with stunted reasons
as dusts rob us of time.
Behind is the day of the old,
when dauntless youths grow wild
on gentle strides so bold;
Mother-earth kiss the feet of a child.
In front lies the day of the unborn
to thrust lives into the hands of history;
we become aware that life sojourns,
like the ageless mountains enshrouded in mysteries.
Published 7th Nov 2018
| Edited 5th Oct 2021
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7th Nov 2018 7:20pm
Nice write, loved your closing line 'like ageless mountains enshrouded in mysteries'.
7th Nov 2018 7:22pm
Anonymous
9th Nov 2018 2:33am
Hey Ossy.......this is a gorgeous ink......your words brought the picture a live.......happy to see you back......outstanding.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
9th Nov 2018 4:37pm
