Open Poetry #38 |
Lost Time |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
When our time has gone, and our memories become a distant past, When our children will grow older and we will hold on to our last ounce of strength, When their time has come to question what we have taught them, they will walk the same path, But what I wish for is that they stay strong, where we were weak, That they hang on, where we let go, Love of passion and desire they pursue with all their might, And in the end they can look back and can hold their heads up high. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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