Sound
Sound is sweeter than a dove
A chirping robin up above
Time is swirling in the sand
A never-ending vicious band
Darkness is death
Stealing your breath
Life is a river
Clear and alpine
Flowing through hearts
Both yours and mine
Youth is lost each time we blink
And with each frost
Is Lethe’s drink
Fire, Fire burning bright
It ends the Life, which does not fight
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2009
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