One of my poems written in 1984. Comment.


Times Passing

From my birth
And even in those times before,
Time has spread transparent wings,
Risen, and flown earth's endless girth.
I recall its time's of dark cruel wings,
When tears and pains filled the heart,
But still transparent wings it set
In times of pure joy;
Innocent hearts in songs of the soul.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2006-08-20 at 00:38

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Teala
There is so much depth and vivid reality to this--bravo!
2006-08-20