Cymraeg's Poetry

The Years Keep Rolling Along How fast the years roll by without you noticing them. Like a river, swiftly flowing, the waters run fast and wild. When you're young it's all blue skies and green grass growing. The hurts may come as bee-stings, but, the pain goes away quickly. Unless, it's imprinted... Sign in to see full entry.

We cry for the passing of times, when the knobs have risen; the sacks exploding their seeds into green earth. We cry for the passing of times, when the towers have fallen, now lying useless as their energy has depleted. But, new flowers have sprouted upwards; the sinking of old bones into soils,... Sign in to see full entry.