The constellation is a little while yet
Is thinking,
Before for ever dissolves as
Nothingness…
Spring comes, and a little while yet
Is thinking,
Before she blooms again, as flower
And as time…
The man steps, and a little while yet
Is thinking,
Before he becomes again a pawn of fate,
Disgraced…
26/04. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra
short but touching poem 🙂
Thank you. 🙏 I’m happy that you like it. Are you a member of Instagram? You can find me there by the name J. W. Cassandra then. I’d be happy to see you there, as well. 😊