The only thing that's left behind, by time, is, absolutely, nothing, as time takes, everything away, eventually, even the memories too…translated...
We All Need to Follow Something
That Coincides with the General Directionality of Timme
An Enclosed Question. Or, Can Only Ask for the Answers from
The Rain that Knows Not Where it, Dropped
The Exotic Romance Started Between the Bottleneck & the Long-Stem Rose
time, shooting across the world, like an arrow, leaving nothing, untouched...image from online
By the Seventh Note, the Knuckle Started Aching
That Messy Room
Signaling that Someone is Living
Those Hands You Can't Ever Touch Again
Started, Going Separately in the Senses of Touch
You Took His Cup in Your Hand
Felt the Articulateness of Death
To the Point of Feeling Revenge and Being, Avenged
All You Were from Before
Became, Light as, the Wind
Nothing to Fight Against Anymore
Composing Poetry in a Dying, Place
Letting the Nuts Drop
Becoming, More, Trees
That is how the life cycle works, no matter how much hatred, anger, pain, love, romance and all those multitudes of feelings and emotions there had been, it's all gone, upon death, and all that remained for the living, is nothing more than, the memories of the, past…
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