Trying to write about the future

Is almost impossible without the past

Intruding talking about yesteryear.

Perhaps the future is like a thousand

Mirror reflecting itself endlessly.

I know there will be wars it is our burden

The opposite coin of love.

There is no vista opening-up

A panorama of beauty, but there will

Be moments when the glam of war stills,

When sea and sky meet in an embrace

Of utter tranquillity, and for a second

We think life is worth living.

◄ reality check

as the wind blows ►


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Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo

Wed 4th Sep 2019 13:14

This poem is full of lovely thoughts and hope for the future. Thanks for sharing.

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