Poem -
Passing Time
Time passes by like Ravens in the sky and the pain of time can be as sharp as the Ravens claw. We're left standing alone without wings of our own to seek the life we once saw. How did it begin and when will it end guess the answers we will never know. I pick up my bones and I keep moving own searching for the seeds I was meant to sew!!
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Wrote this with alot on my mind always helps putting pen to paper lol
a more aesthetically pleasing format would be be easier on the eye. it helps to look how others post their work. I do love the genre I love dark inks. I tend to write on the darker side. wonderfully inked.Β just a suggestion remember to comment and rate others to bring them back to your profile ?Β
Thank you very much and I have several poems on this site all written in various ways mostly all on dark side but yeah I'll check on your stuff and thanks again for your feedbackΒ
Darrin what great poem well done love it
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Thank you for reviewing my poetry and for the nice words I'll definitely return the favor.
Dear Brother Poet.......I believe that this would be MORE than spectacular if you formatted it for the masses.....Brilliant......bravo!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!....T xo ???ββ₯
Thank you for your kind words