"hereth" poems
my hundred years,
its one moment,
no pondering its life has,
unlike mine, which broods,
over yesterdays, tomorrows, todays.
Lucky is the bloom
that has no gloom, no doom.
hereth it comes, hereth it goes,
Parting and Dying, life it sows.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 3:24 AM UTC