The beauty shall cease to woo,
As the strength fades as hues
This is a saying, so true
Not some gimmick out of the blues
Winding stairs, so long
Bones again, not strong
Black hair to soft turns grey
White teeth to gums, give way
Youth bloom, soon breaks
And no man to say nay,
It is called, Old age.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
My heart, a wondering donkey
wild donkey, breaking into neighbor's fields
it brays, hungers for yet unseen
This, please be still
How do I put you on leash?
Food for you be increased a must,
tight ropes for your mouth by force
My heart, a raging flood
flowing flood, which calls for channeling
Blame not my donkey at all,
Nature's stallion needs taming.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Ten seasons, ten kings
words prison, more learning
young, intrepid, and restless
new, dreamy, yet priceless
old, skeptic, soggy
As the peach's saga,
different under diverse skies
Human lives in a reason,
Ten kings, ten seasons.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC