Friday, June 24, 2005

Time to Spare

Clock ticking,
Seconds burning.
Mind clicking,
Soul yearning.

Beautiful sights,
Ocean Walks.
Gorgeous nights,
Empty talks.

Days of old,
Times of new.
Wet and cold,
Summer and dew.

Winds of change,
Clouds and rain.
Mountains that range,
Devoid of pain.

Slip away,
Another day.
Trees that sway,
Smile you may.
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

this could definitly be made into an awesome song... some mellow acoustic guitar could turn it into something even more wonderful... one to forever remind us of this summer...

7:56 PM
Masha said...

I just sat and re-read this poem a couple of times: reading it as a whole, combining different lines together, saturating the simple natural words. I hope this poem won't just be a small spark in the direction of poetry, but a broadening horizon :)

3:11 AM
Creative Director said...

Thanks Masha, as always. Writing poetry has always been a release for me. I plan on having a collection of my poems one day. When I get busy like I have been on compiling words onto paper...I throw out a poem to keep me in check.

10:28 PM

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