Until the world sleeps
Beneath a silvery filigree
Of silence;
Not so on Mars…
There, the breezes blow
Over sand, not snow,
And the distant hills
Stand silent.
What does it mean?
For millenia
The winds and sands
Have sifted
The Martian desert,
And no one heard
And no one cared—
It didn’t matter.
So, too, this poem
Millenia hence
Will not be read
Will not be heard,
And like the Martian wind
I whisper
In the silence;
And no one hears
And no one cares…
It doesn’t matter.
But I've been here
To write these words—
And don't care
What happens after.
John,
Blockchain or no, I believe that the LORD will preserve every good work that we engage in, every well-intentioned effort we make...
Just IMNSHO... ;)
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You're such a positive guy, my friend :)
Lovely poetry friend, don't worry friend, a great poem like this would be read by so many people
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thank you for your encouragement, @ehisoria
teeter, teeter, tumble
is what the signals have us know
so for not all of us to stumble
we have to know which way to go
and our furrows thus to plow
so when in this world we reappear
our happiness can grow
thank you...I think :)
You inspired it ok! - just maybe the passionate butterfly wing like stroke of your pen may multiply by inspiration into the distant future in to something making your doings of today quite worth their while!
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