Years Go By Poem by Anna Osipova

Years Go By



Years go by,
Tears go dry,
Thoughts go wild,
Nights die.

Ages go past,
Rivers turn to dust,
Rains last,
Everything rusts.

Lives rot,
Forgiven or not,
Cold or hot…
RIP. and a dot.

Monday, April 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life and death,philosophical
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