A Duet With Life

The next step in my poetic contemplations.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


82. Ce n'est

Another drought in the old well,

Rivers have gone asleep elsewhere,

A tired voice mutters a curse

Wherein all magic must be lost,

The guardian’s heart shall lurch and swell

And his parched tongue stifle a swear;

Ripples echo into the verse

And so the price is worth the cost.

There lies a box of Pandora

In which is lost all that is won,

Still, chains may yet create sweet tunes.

There tick the clocks of all aura,

Time is alpha – master of none,

Even when rise twin silver moons.

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