When the tides that flowed ebbs
A time when the sun sets,
In the days when the old clock ticks
Bringing you to a sate of newness.
How the sea loses its waves
Move is inevitable with the seasons,
From old faces to new times
In between myriad awesome changes.
Why sporadic moving-on hurts
From sunny to gloomy feelings,
You wish the long hand stands
Reducing the nostalgic uprisings.
What the flow connotes
In the newness the day rises,
The mantra remains: time flies
Showing a glimpse of lasting smiles.
Where the water sweeps
Into the rising of new experiences,
Embrace the unusual timings
In the end they make up your MOMENTS.
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Yea! My first poem with five stanzas…simply summarized in the quote by Heraclitus that the only constant thing is change😄.Remember life goes on.
blessingshares 