Harlan Ellison [2] Poem by Kees Kees

Harlan Ellison [2]

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Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Monday, October 6, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: memories,wind
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