Life Is the Wraith of Moments
life is the wraith of moments, parallel of things;
what if we die in dusts
if we travel with souls in airs
may black changes to whites?
its echoes to the reality
oh! my character, my destiny.
life is the wraith of moments, parallel of things;
tear the dead to the moment of awaken
love the sinners to the moment of broken
travel with cats, with dogs
you are in a way of two ends
the balance of living and dying is strokes.
Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2017
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