Temple for the dead

cprince


Notice of absence from cprince
Good bye

 

Burning bodies,
oddly peaceful by the riverside,
Humans come and go in an endless tide,
To provide a message,
Death is ok,
And at the end of the day,
Part of life,
Why live in strife or succumb to mourning,
The sleepy street dog makes a yawn,
Remembering the day still dawns,
And we live,
Adding colour to our soul as we walk,
The wise men talk and chatter,
And the vibrant essence of life holds its meaning

  • Author: Et more barren (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 16th, 2017 14:36
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
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