Life flows as grass in a pasture flowing in the winds of time,
mostly unchanging until something comes by
cows will pull the grass from the ground,
but the rest remain quiet while the rest of them die
as some sit there and wonder why
time will continue to pass by
but the answer to their question is old
it's because this is life bare and cold
unchanging as the winds of time continue to blow
- Author: GabrielThePoet ( Offline)
- Published: February 10th, 2023 11:33
- Comment from author about the poem: DISCLAIMER this is a piece OFFICIALLY published by ME so no copying anything from it
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