UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Perfection lasts only as long
As the breeze allows you to have it. Arriving on a whim, Too soon it wafts away. A greediness arises That surpasses any need. It would be ideal if . . . But that is not the case. Perhaps there is a chance that . . . Alas, the chance is nil. Provisions might be made . . . No, no, it's totally impossible. Euphoria cannot be prolonged Indefinitely; Enjoy it while you can. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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1 Review Added on February 22, 2022 Last Updated on February 22, 2022 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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