Remnants of fragmented memories
The untold cause of dire miseries
Like the day in seamless transition
Unto the night it takes the hours to,
These memories though unspoken of
Is but a pain,
A gnawing pain that haunts the jaunt
In fighting many still going on,
Concealing the pages that admitted defeat,
A cigar burns itself slowly
The metamorphosis ends in ash.
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So deep and aches to ash.
ReplyDeleteAs asll transitions should end...in ash that is cast to the winds.If there was need of the past it would burn slower.
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