As We March
By Rhincel John Ortega De Veas
Golden
times came passing
The
laughter, the cheers were sounding
Life was a
dream
And that
dream was beyond realm
Yet summer
becomes rain
Time,
passing fast as a train
That
fantasy bubble burst
As gleaming
steel turns rust
Yet gold
never tarnishes
As a happy
memory never vanishes
The heart
is the best journal
It keeps
memories eternal
The future
is a vast ocean
Full of
storms, not always cerulean
We may not
know what’s coming
Yet faith nears to succeeding
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