Falling ColorsA Poem by DalandanThis poem is about the inevitability of aging.
The sky-colored paint evenly brushed
on walls that ask for lively skin bows down to the whims of Time-- cracks and falls from the abundance of lines. Not even buckets of colors can mask the forever patches. Whatever bows down to the whims of time cracks and falls from the abundance of lines. The years are fought, but always return to take and peel what sticks on walls. Whoever bows down to the whims of time cracks and falls from the abundance of lines.
© 2018 DalandanAuthor's Note
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Added on May 7, 2018 Last Updated on May 7, 2018 Author |