Transience / Poem by Slavka Bozovic

Poem by Slavka Bozovic
Sometimes we wander around
In search of an oasis of spring
The soul turns into light
in areas where happiness awaits us.
We know that everything is relative
Just like joy and sorrow
The magic of beauty does not last long
The winds carry her behind the rainbow.
And while we admire the scent of flowers
We think we’re just guests here
Clearly, the biological clock doesn’t last too long
And that everything that breathes is part of transience.
© Slavka Bozovic
Country: Montenegro

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