The Labours of Time
Time is a spartan warrior
bred in the minds of wise men
grown between phony pages
arroused by mankind`s weakness for likeness
Never knowing the unrest of the heart
faithful to his parents passes away
breaks the walls
burns down the bridges
wipes the houses of so many souls
Mesmerized by an unsettled boundery
runs into flesh where the lively juices
conspire for a permanent emergence
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
Copyright © Calin Dengel | Year Posted 2016
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