Oh, love, I stepped outside for a while
Somebody has ruined the world.
They do not grow roses,
They don't stand on shore anymore
Said the wrinkled man with silent roar.
Oh love, What do we cook today?
Stars are out, Where do we sleep today?
Look, tree has grown old that we planted,
Horizon and his love for sun haven't changed
Said the wrinkled man now with kiss on her forehead.
Oh love, Should not worry about the lost past,
Should not waste tear or futile gasp.
Eyes they still posses glitter of a girl,
Lips as pink as they were.
Grey hair and blue eyes, time has made you prettier.
Oh love, Grass has always been green,
Old wooden umbrella still works.
Stay foolish and be bright,
Ticking clock was never meant to stop the whirl.
Said the wrinkled man with vision bit blurred.
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Spontaneous Overflow
Poetrychildish attempt to gather random analogies to form nothing. just like life, It will not mean but just be. It is vague but it isn't hard. It is simple, It is poetry.
