Everything passes and quite fast,
so fast, it makes heads spin..
The stillness of the night won't last,
when daylight makes its grin..
Everything passes very fast,
permission asking -not..
The present turns into a past-
a memory snapshot..
Everything passes: anger, pain,
and disappointment fades..
Nothing will last, not even rain,
when sunshine comes to trade..
A lot of things will pass you see,
like looks and foolish thoughts,
a shade once given by a tree,
and healthy fruit will rot..
And like this poem you just read,
that might leave one to guess..
What led to write this woven thread,
I'll say -
this too, shall pass..
© Copyright: Симона Пекер, 2017
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