A free-verse poem
Dreams,
Stretch the arrow of time,
Blah-Blah
Misty eyes wake up to morning blues,
Foggy mind and starry eyes see the morning…
Send flowers
A Poem by Nichita Stanescu
Only my life will die for me, in truth,sometime.Only the grass knows the taste…
pass it onas time toowill passso shall wepass onthrough itUntil time, tooshallend.