Gliding on empty
until the empty is gone,
and clouds wave
final farewells
as we pass them by
unawares
that they’ll never
see us again
nor we them,
as we bid them adieu
with the empty gone,
only the emptier left
we carry on
gliding.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Marvelous…………! Genius write up on life 🙂
Marvellous ! The rhythmic lines capture the ‘movement.’