「 A E T E R N U M 」

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

「 A E T E R N U M 」

Hold, It was contented,
Crimson blood pumping the core,
Patrol from where it started,
North to South it wasn't sore.

Felt, the blessed warmth,
In cold where frosty bites,
Lay off like thy was fourth,
exhaust and out of sights.

Sensed, it has shifted,
Appear of the vary bustling,
prospect yet have dented,
deny brought it hanging.

Knew, yet still resumed,
Torment of the moratorium,
Undefiled it made assumed,
Bury seems to be aeternum.

- Dreamy Yen

#Life #PoemofMyLife

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