Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Scribble #2

"Nothing stays for long...
as since the time's gone
whatever you've;
whatsoever you had...
is turned to memories, forlorn
lone spirit across empty room
humming like a fugitive bird..
..blown so far from his home
to the variations of worldly-norm
nothing's alive, nothing's dead
besides the timeless time that's being dread."

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