Tuesday, February 10, 2015

ME: The seasons to forget us

And the sky will open above you and I
And the rain will pour washing our souls away.
The lightnings will fall over us
Scorching the remains of what we used to be.

And the snow will fall down
Over the dirt with its cold purity
Hide the smell of the rotten
And bury the misery underneath.

And the sun will melt it all away
And none will be left to be found
Under the watery blanket of ice
Not soil – but a blackened stone.

All dried up and forgotten
As if it has never been
For who is to say
If it ever was anything but a dream?

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