The rose that smiles today,
Though beautiful and bright,
Will shortly fade away.
The mountains looming high,
That seem to touch the sky,
Will someday lie scrumbled.
The rolling wide oceans,
Which we think will forever abide,
Will be emptied oneday,dried.
The sun so fiery and bold,
Will once grow so old,
That it would seem pale and cold.
For every world in space,
Will too have run its race,
That it will soon leave no trace.
The grief midst you,
For it will not stay,
That too will pass away.
1 comment:
you know a nice poem but for faulty words. plz do note the use of the words scrumbled and abide!I somehow dont feel its in the ryt context but then again, i myt be wrong.
in all a nice begining!
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