A Fleeting Thing
3 May 2024
By Maya Green This world’s beauty, however ravishingIt’s all but a fleeting thingTo wither and die, when comes the timeIt’s destiny carved, by the hands
By Maya Green This world’s beauty, however ravishingIt’s all but a fleeting thingTo wither and die, when comes the timeIt’s destiny carved, by the hands
BY MAYA GREEN Were you just a morning dewFlickering, on the dawn grassO what a beautiful existence that is!So live each moment to the fullestSoon
BY MAYA GREEN I feel like singing, for it’s spring timeThere’s rebirth, regrowth and renewalFor the vernal season, is most sublimeWhen resurrection, signals the eternal
BY MAYA GREEN O this the time again, that I do findWe are all, on the road takenTaking us to where it’ll surely beckonFor such
BY MAYA GREEN On the cusp of easing, so to speakOf the tension that’s in the airIt’s like before the storm starts to breakThe welcome
BY MAYA GREEN I saw the moon over SamarkhandHere in the Valley of ZerafshanLooking graceful still, for an ancient ladyLighting up the silk route, travelled
BY MAYA GREEN I ran after you straightHardly catching my breathBut wait, there you areLeaning by the river You have become a palm treeFor you
BY MAYA GREEN O Sojourner, along life’s pathRemember these truths: Life is the bridge — the long narrow bridgeAnd all the raging streamsAnd the bitting
BY MAYA GREEN Pay attention to the call of the wildEspecially in the whispers of the treesAs the breeze softly caressesAnd ruffles their hairs of
BY MAYA GREEN They dance their delicate danceA very intricate, and nuanced oneLike spiders, weaving a clever webIn its transparency, there is a catch Of
