Sunday, 7 April 2013

Shattered lives

Every day, we die a little
Every hours, our hearts run out of love
and tenderness 
and compassion
Then we're left with an empty shell
that used to be our dreams

One day
A generation will come
and see the remanences of a being
that used to be our soul 
with nothing left
but the scattering of our words,
blown in the wind 
across all times.

One day,
our children's children will stand
over the ashes of our bodies
and say...
Here once was a dream
where now there is none...

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