Mountains Turn To Dust

by Paul Hirst   Sep 19, 2017


A flower blooms heaven scent yet after time will wilt be bent
Its colours fading day by day reds and golds just fade away

The mighty oak standing tall in time will wither die and fall
No acorn bursting into seed no hungry bird or squirrel feed

The tallest mountains snow capped peaks one day will crumble crack and creak and tumble down to turn to dust
As all of us eventually must

The strongest heart or loved one dear one day will be gone as we all fear
Or may find another's love to share and as for us no longer care

Passing time holds no regret for lovers lost or not yet met
As on timeless wings swiftly he flies unconcerned with mortal goodbyes

Yes all good things come to an end as has our love my dearest friend and so I wish a fond farewell and of me beg you not to dwell

Lets just be glad for what we once shared and know in your heart I truly cared
But love has other plans for me
And what must be must be you see

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  • 4 weeks ago

    by CJ Maleney

    I really liked the story and the rhyming in this. It flows really well and is gorgeous.

    I hate criticising stuff but you broke your format a little way through and it caused it to wobble slightly for me.

    Nether the less, it's still bloody fantastic.

    Regards

    Craig

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Thank You AR Criticism welcomed

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