Nations , religions , economies may come and go but the Friday Poetry corner remains eternal.
Dedicated to the Memory of our dear friend Fleet
Isn't Life strange ?
-A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more ?
Each day passes by
How hard man will try
The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry
Isn't Love strange ?
-A word we arrange
With no thought or care
- Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave
To make us as one
You know
it makes me
want
to cry
Isn't Time strange ?
A turn of the page
A book without light
Unless with love we write
To throw it away -
To lose just a day
The quicksand of Time
You know
it makes me
want
to cry
Dedicated to the Memory of our dear friend Fleet
Isn't Life strange ?
-A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more ?
Each day passes by
How hard man will try
The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry
Isn't Love strange ?
-A word we arrange
With no thought or care
- Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave
To make us as one
You know
it makes me
want
to cry
Isn't Time strange ?
A turn of the page
A book without light
Unless with love we write
To throw it away -
To lose just a day
The quicksand of Time
You know
it makes me
want
to cry
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