The impermanence of everything

Everything fades away someday.

Even the brightest of days,

the darkest of nights

flight of the fireflies

pastel green valleys,

worn out benches

dying afternoons,

the turquoise sea

a city which lives in the dreams

of the people who live in it.

little by little,

memories wash away too. Like

music from a violin never coming back

to its starting note.

We run in circles

chase an aurora that never glistens

only to burn out

and give our place to another one.

Our souls, they float in

infiniteness. We’re everywhere, and

everywhere is us. Yet we erode

ebb away

every passing moment

leaving our warm footprints in the sand of time

only to be washed in the next

passing wave.


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