On little life’s high, narrow bridge I stand

by Swarnab Saha September. 20, 2017 1025 views

Ever rising, ever falling with the waves of time, still rolling on I go
From fleeting scene to scene ephemeral, with life’s currents’ ebb and flow.
Oh! I am sick of this unending force; these shows they please no more,
This ever running, never reaching, nor e’en a distant glimpse of shore!
From life to life I’m waiting at the gates, alas, they open not.
Dim are my eyes with vain attempt to catch one ray long sought.
On little life’s high, narrow bridge I stand and see below
The struggling, crying, laughing throng. For what? No one can know.
In front yon gates stand frowning dark, and say: `No farther away,

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Amanda Soeiro Nentis 2 years, 1 month ago

These are gorgeous

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