In amber dawns and indigo depths,
Life pushes forward with quiet might.
Each heartbreak merely marks beginning.
Each joy becomes memory in time.
The rivers carve through stubborn stone.
The saplings grow through concrete cracks.
We fall, we weep, we rise.
The earth still turns regardless still.
Our sorrows crash like violent storms
Yet always clouds disperse to light.
The universe knows only motion
And stagnant pools invite decay.
Through deaths and births and wounds,
The great wheel continues turning ever.
Time's tide recedes then floods again.
Life simply flows - it just goes on.
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Well stated in good images the concept that time continues to flow regardless and that change is continuous. The feel of the poem was like water running in a river following its course abandoned to the currents following its destiny toward the sea. A lovely write
Thanks Soren I appreciate the feedback
Great write
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