The bite of time



18/10/16 A poem about the inevitable end

When the long day ends

and the sun goes down

the night comes creeping in

like a whisper on a breeze.


This story ends like all others,

with a tear and regret

and one or many left wishing for more,

for what comes next.


An undervalued commodity

in this equation is peace,

too few recognise the golden value

and eternal enormity of it...



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