Poems | Moments
Time whispers along like a Summer breeze Flowing gently across moor and vale We can but follow - in its trail And maybe – catch its fleeting glimpse.
Time roars along like an Autumn gale Forcefully urging, no chance it releases Picking up strength as resistance increases Linger we may, escape – we cannot.
Time thunders along like a Winter tempest Rushing fiercely on by immortal decree Before its wrath the mightiest flee All is carried, none – are spared.
Time puffs along like a Spring gust Stirring endlessly, removing strife Bringing about change and new life Which must surely succeed - where we failed
Time whispers along like a Summer breeze And I follow joyfully, my heart - Free.
Charles Loft.
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