To the End
Grain by grain life is engulfed
by the crashing waves of time.
On a constant voyage
seeking for an ideal shore,
yet another body is wrecked
by the deathly song of sirens.
Like a seagull, the soul hovers
with wings half wet and half dry.
Date: 11/16/2017
Copyright © Afzal Nusker | Year Posted 2017
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