robe of the time is slipping away from my hand,

looking at the river i am standing on the sand ,
river is smooth and it is wide ,
trying to tell me stories of life ,
which he had to face in the race ,
but still

bearing unbearable makes a diamond from coal ,
by playing hard you can make some goal,
feeling the painful distance among both sides ,
hearing the sorrowful silence of evening's eyes ,
receiving a friendly smile from moon ,
forgetting the hard look of sun at noon ,
really beautiful poem, i love the rithym of the poem, tq 4 share :)
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~Ron
Beautiful poem and photos! :-)
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Very nice blog, i like the pictures.
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I Loved the lesson of being patient present in this sweet poem.
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Salaam.