Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Passion Forgotten

Just like the sun rises
Over the east
And the ticking clock,
So shall bodies wither
And souls burn out
To form new stars.

With youth in passion,
And youth who forgot,
The colors vibrant
And shadows dark,
Become dust in time
And spirits’ whispers.

For great minds long gone
But etched on the world
And faces that look
Through pools of water,
The candle’s burned out
But smoke rises forever.

© Antonio Beardall

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