Would i be remembered
Could my life leaves a trace
Or all will fade, and be replaced
As a particle of dust,in a windy place.
Hardly trying to engrave a picture
On the time's wall of forevermore
Breaking my heart..my pen..my power
To capture a ray of eternal sun. .on what i
lived for..
My life,my wounds, my tortured soul
Will evaporate to form a summer cloud
Passing by..no rain will fall
Not even memories of frustration abound.,
A silent echo, in the valley of time
An illusion..the only truth is our inner lights
Like a star..twinkling like a particular dime
Then falls in an endless night..
© HANA
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