forgetting history
is moments
pulsating lives
lived moments
of ephemeral dust
that breathed danced
desired expired
a butterfly flickering flight
before moth burns out in candle light...
history is a soul
dance of souls
living breathing ecosystems
interwoven lives
humans forget all souls
dance life glorious
humans forget planet earth
is birth womb for all of us...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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