Death

Fire burns the winds of time
Slowly setting from my mind
Pushed to pastures green and lush
Flowing hills of waters rush
Passing time I see your face
Slender beauty full of grace
Floating weight comes capturing me
Inner light is now set free

0 comments:

Post a Comment

Search This Blog

Labels

About

Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.