Don't you see, it's forever again,
As has happened before;
Cities, seasons and rumbling trains
No less, no more.
Don't you cry, it's forever again
Meaning it, too, shall pass,
Pass like water through sand, pass like rain
Weeping down the glass.
Wait, just wait, it's forever again,
Wait through fast, wait through slow;
Cannot wait? No loss, no gain,
It was ages ago.
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Vadim Kagan
I believe that each day is a blessing, every story is amazing and all poems should rhyme!
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Comments (4)
Love this, the aimlessness and the repetition of forever again was beautiful!
This is beautiful. Well done.
Your poetry is among my favorites :) Truly captivating work! 🥹❤️
Beautiful and poignant, Vadim 💕😊