Trumpets of Glory, 05/08/2016, 08:59

Nothing is clear,
Target’s not near.
Pivot and veer,
Don’t be afraid.
Nothing is certain,
Covered by curtain,
Smeared and dirty,
Hazy a tread.
Stigma or fame,
Known is the game,
Change is its name,
Try to adjust.
Take it or leave it,
Veer and pivot.
Though is so vivid,
Life is not just.
Clever decision
Changing the vision,
Adds more precision,
Waters are stirred.
So goes the story,
Not to be sorry,
Trumpets of glory
Yet to be heard.

Eltchin , Filed under: English , 5 комментариев

5 комментариев »

1. 

   Exact reflection of my current life ))

   Комментарий by Nikki — 5 августа, 2016 @ 5:24 пп

2. 

   This is beautiful.Loved it

   Комментарий by Zaira — 6 августа, 2016 @ 8:02 пп

3. 

   Pensif

   Комментарий by Vazeh — 9 августа, 2016 @ 9:40 дп

4. 

   Beautiful and heart-felt.

   Комментарий by Dariush — 11 августа, 2016 @ 11:53 дп

5. 

   really awesome thanks so much for such poetries)

   Комментарий by ANARA — 13 августа, 2016 @ 6:52 пп

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