Friday, September 16, 2011

Moreover(September 16, 2011)

Moreover
September 16, 2011

The board gets erased away,
along with this lucid day,
surely as dust collects on a cloak,
and the time ticks slowly on a clock.

While the weather is torn,
between sunny weather,
or a storm,
the flowers grow. Moreover,

The lights will fade,
even the brightest star,
lives its all,
no matter how far.

Thoughts will leave,
even if it’s in need,
or dreams will change,
in all the haze.

The waves will break,
even the last piece of cake,
and the date as of late,
is harder to commemorate.