Life, Cried To Sighed
The sands of time flow toward the mortal sea,
Quickly, as a river - fast and free,
Everything that we abide,
Carried on its tide.
Life's first breath -
Cried ...
Its last, death,
A final hope, sighed.
Thus, we value life in stride,
Standing on the shore where we can see
The sands of time flow toward the mortal sea.
Written and submitted on November 10, 2018
For the "Andaree Poem" Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet, Judge & Sponsor.
* Syllables counted at HowManySyllables.com. *
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