Times have changed verses. B
The entity of Cosmos starts from poetry
For our pleasure and to what is our forgery.
As embrace was the fistful of our world
Were the days we tranquility call
Mental chorus which it played cheer songs
For a creation that it stands by its own.
This on earth and that at sea
To some uncertain and other more clear
Touch the strange and begins to appear
Creatures’ voices from the space, we hear
It’s that mourning that the universe sings.
When you find that that rhythm has decreased
Curse replaced by the kingdom of our fears
Then the verses of our heart would be in sorrow
To a vague, and uncertain crashed tomorrow.
Could the beat of our heart that has fallen?
Could the rhythm of our souls be in shaken?
Or… the Universe that’s ordered our death
To be present when we threaten this earth
Damned verses for we doubted our birth.