Here Welcome my name is Duran, I simply found poetry as a way to transverse the cruel challenges of this world into something that I can find beauty in. As Confucius once said, Everything has beauty, but not everyone see's it. I tend to write about the thing's 10 followers / 734 words
The sweet morning dew of your lips Lingers long against the day Reflections of your souls whisper An echo that lasts in my mind To eternities ends Ripples in the pond of life
I'm glad to have called you my brother Even though you are of another We're lucky to have known each other We've come from the same mother And share the same lover But, knot of the same cover Together we are indifferent to one other
Sometimes we grow old For something new Sometimes we stay young For something old And sometimes we stay the same For something better We'll always be who we are, But we can always change who we'll be
As your tears fall down upon your lips My thoughts only wrapped around those hips And though I'm sailing nothing can sink our ships There's plenty of bumps in the roads with some dips No matter how far i go nothing can be like our trips
Women have daughters Men have slaughters Mother's have fathers And fathers have daughters Son's have mothers And mothers have brothers Together we have each other We'd need no other lover
Time can be almost anything It can be here nor there But still everywhere And no where At the same time Time's in a line In a dime But always in my mind