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For the whiff of the moment,
With closed eyes, timeless:
Everything we ever dreamed,
Everything we ever missed,
Slowly passes by and becomes free.
The moment, it is over ...
Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.
They are the same old songs,
People keep playing and singing,
Like a lonely drop on its path of life,
Which disappears in a huge ocean.
Everything we ever do, fades and goes by,
Like a withered leaf that is blown away from the wind.
Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.
Nothing is forever,
Just heaven and earth survive the time.
Time does not stand still, it is like sand
As well as all the money in our hands.
Nothing will we ever keep:
The only way our soul can unfold.
Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.
With closed eyes, timeless:
Everything we ever dreamed,
Everything we ever missed,
Slowly passes by and becomes free.
The moment, it is over ...
Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.
They are the same old songs,
People keep playing and singing,
Like a lonely drop on its path of life,
Which disappears in a huge ocean.
Everything we ever do, fades and goes by,
Like a withered leaf that is blown away from the wind.
Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.
Nothing is forever,
Just heaven and earth survive the time.
Time does not stand still, it is like sand
As well as all the money in our hands.
Nothing will we ever keep:
The only way our soul can unfold.
Everything we are,
Is only dust on this earth,
Like fine grains in the wind.
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Literature
a moment in white
the sky crying crystal tears,
falling down to gray grounds,
carried by the cold winds,
painting an innocent white.
two eyes watching,
two feet following.
the sound of crunches,
echoing in the quiet woods.
Literature
I still believe in the stars above my head
I believe in the stars above my head,Whispers of light in a sea of the dead.Ancient and bold, they shimmer with grace,Guiding the lost through the vast, endless space.
Each one a secret, a promise, a dream,Flickering truths in a cosmic stream.They sing to the earth in a silent refrain,Binding the heavens to dust and to rain.
I believe in their glow, their quiet embrace,A dance in the dark, a glimpse of God's face.For in their sparkle, I find my own way,A journey of night unfolding to day.
Though clouds may gather, though shadows may fall,I believe in the stars, I hear their call.Their light is eternal, their magic is true,And in their reflection, I find something new.
So I stand beneath them, my heart full of fire,A soul intertwined with their endless desire.I believe in the stars, in the stories they weave,In their timeless beauty, I dare to believe.
Literature
Elements
Water, a pretty
element, represents life
for all earth's beings.Fire is nature's fierce
element that destroys all
that gets in its way.Wind is a soothing
element that is either
violent or calm.Earth represents all
the verdant and fruitful things
of this precious world.
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactGreetings!
For some sheer reason of madness, I am making sure I complete critmas myself this year <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/> I am not assigned to a team, just spreading joy!This piece is oozing potential, but it definitely could do with a bit of a scrub up. I think there is a slight edge or prosetry to this piece and there is a definite need for brevity in some of the structure. For example in your first stanza, you could cut some of the words and strengthen the poem:
The whiff of moment
closed eyes, timeless:
everything we dreamed
everything we missed
passes by, becomes free
the moment is over.
Or play about as you will <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=" (Smile)"/>I really like the metaphor or moments relating to dust in the wind. Again I think you could continue this further into the piece, maybe considering the relationships between the "whiff" of a moment and dust.
Hope to see a rewrite of this!
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