All Things Must Pass
In the world everything mutates,
the scene of the earth,
the design of the world,
the color of the sea,
the texture of the soil,
the slope of the hill,
the sky of the day,
the glow of the night,
the desert city,
the desert in the ocean,
the sweetness of honey,
the bitterness of pain,
the taste of desire,
our wildness,
our unconsciousness,
the age of eld age,
the youth of the fresh,
the bottom of the depth,
the end of the beginning,
the beginning of the end,
the existence itself...
Things transform, everything passes,
less what remains...
And what is...!?
We don `t realize yet... !
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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