![]() UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Perfection lasts only as long
As the breeze allows you to have it. Arriving on a whim, Too soon it wafts away. A greediness arises That surpasses any need. It would be ideal if . . . But that is not the case. Perhaps there is a chance that . . . Alas, the chance is nil. Provisions might be made . . . No, no, it's totally impossible. Euphoria cannot be prolonged Indefinitely; Enjoy it while you can. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2022 Last Updated on February 22, 2022 Author![]() Wilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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