Even as the world rushes by
the seas wander slowly
dragging a kiss
from the sky.
The mountains so high
crumble
as slowly to dust
and the world rushes by,
sure as I am that one day this will cease and the grumblings of men will stumble on peace,
it will never be so until the cruel winds that blow upon the hot brows of man
can cool tempers that flare in the heat of the fire,
the mountains grow higher as the seas in their desire push to the sky
and the world rushes by.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Even as the world rushes by
the seas wander slowly
dragging a kiss
from the sky.
The mountains so high
crumble
as slowly to dust
and the world rushes by,
sure as I am that one day this will cease and the grumblings of men will stumble on peace,
it will never be so until the cruel winds that blow upon the hot brows of man
can cool tempers that flare in the heat of the fire,
the mountains grow higher as the seas in their desire push to the sky
and the world rushes by.
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