At last

Tue, 02/16/2021 - 13:02 -- Zor

It's not really late to say

I know now.

How flowers grow, 

How earth is moving

How you are moving

How I am still.


And still I look

For signs,

A world that speaks of truths I can not grasp completely

Each time same moral dressed in different garment,

And in this changing I change.


Go back to sleep

Come back to life.


So there we are holding hands, 

On the edge of the world, 

but soon you're gone, 

Left am I with the fragrance of some truths, 

which I can't define.

I've been taught to look.




This poem is about: 
Our world


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