Here in our times
just flies in amber
trodding on those
who came before
who are no less
or more than us
just rearranged
to something else
You won't be remembered
in the blink of an eye
it will all be gone
and all your
worn down parts
will be soil
or granite
or leaves
or summer wind
or the first smile
on a fresh face
your legacy
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
Here in our times
just flies in amber
trodding on those
who came before
who are no less
or more than us
just rearranged
to something else
You won't be remembered
in the blink of an eye
it will all be gone
and all your
worn down parts
will be soil
or granite
or leaves
or summer wind
or the first smile
on a fresh face
your legacy
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