#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,

The time which we lost is waste,
The pain we feel everyday is regret
life of regretness is never joyful,
poetry of my thoughts are written,
my dream is difficult but not impossible,


© sancreation