World Poetry Day
For All Time
(from Reflections)
These are the diamonds of man,
Riches sprung from caves
of the mind, depths of the soul.
Passed from lover to lover,
mother to child,
Twisted by tongues of time.
In cloudy seas of sorrow,
they voice the falling tear
which cannot grieve alone.
Loved, hated, cursed, forgiven,
since time began,
Changed by the passing years.
In poetry, book, and song,
Formed in inky black as
mysterious as the sky.
The ever-changing circle
unites as one,
The everlasting word.
by Francesca Tyer
Happy World Poetry Day everyone!
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