Wednesday, November 12, 2014

the whisper like the wind


The rich and poor
When the time comes to go
Ash to ash, soil to soil
No money no gold no value

Turning ashes burying on the ground
The silence greets the empty bodies
Going deep into the dig up graves
Surrender it all once it is lived

The sleep for eternity
The bodies turn into skeletons
What is there to say?
There is no eternal life

The faith and deeds
It is what left behind and beyond
The whisper like the wind
In passing in collecting memories




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