Sunday, November 10, 2013

The World from Afar

The darkness steals across the limp pool
waiting for that one moment.
Not knowing what to do,
He sits down and files his nails
seasons pass and civilizations fall.
Thinking of his youth, and the carefree days
days before he grew old,
days in which he dreamt.
But the days would not stop passing.

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