Wednesday, 30 January 2019

no time to say no time

no time to say no time

     time there was
    when poets died 
       young or old
  they left their words
           for us
 then new poets came

 now no time there is
      time is dying
           for us 
     young or old
we leave our words
        but sadly
there will be no future us
   no one left to read 

                     soft morning
        shadows of sparrows 
 chirrup down the red wall

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