How fleet and swift our lives pass by
With minutes lost, the hours fly
There is no time called used to be
What we once knew did rapid flee
And left us there in life’s abyss
Our hopes awash, our love unkissed !
PROFOUND ( 2015 ) 2015/10/25
I feel the silence all around
There is no movement to be found
No beating heart, no breathing sound
The quiet permeates the ground
The air is still, unused, unbound
The loss intense, the wound profound !
Claire V. Bogdanos 