Time really flies and takes souls away.
Keeps just relics of a whispered existence.
Hearts grow swollen and sink into decay
While eyes dwell on the frail reminiscence.
...
Distant looks, of sleepy gaze,
pierce walls before they on valleys rest.
Covering faces with mysterious haze.
and teasing the curious looks of the guest.
...
To Whom Who Wasn'T
Time really flies and takes souls away.
Keeps just relics of a whispered existence.
Hearts grow swollen and sink into decay
While eyes dwell on the frail reminiscence.
For those who by-pass life's joy,
another realm is theirs and better.
Not forgotten they'll live and enjoy
eternal bliss and be content to the letter.
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(Tuesday June 12th,2012)