There Is No Stopping

a bud
blooms

a car
crashes

hairs grow
and fall

got wrinkles
and forgetting

watching the beautiful sunset
not with sad eyes

sitting on the sand
and feeling the fineness of the world

plunging into the sea
and holding the breath

rising and walking back
and laying down

without you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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