Light of day never falters
Or hangs in the balance
Of hatred or romance
But what was…
And the slip of the decay
Is of consequence
Not of us
But what may.
So to march
And live on
Like the poet
Until it’s gone.
Light of day never falters
Or hangs in the balance
Of hatred or romance
But what was…
And the slip of the decay
Is of consequence
Not of us
But what may.
So to march
And live on
Like the poet
Until it’s gone.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Author River Dixon
Never get lost in the Sauce
Creating Intelligent Entertainment
Amazon Bestselling Author
Poésie sous les étoiles
Life, Inspiration, Motivation
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
Author, Blogger, Social Media Jedi
