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Time collapses on us
caterpillar into butterflies
dying smiles on regrets
camouflaging into old age
darkness after darkness
beauty dies a miserable death
like musical notes on guitar
ebbing away like the smokes on cigar
Time collapses into us
as hour glass trickling sands
a blue flame comes alive
quenched by animosity
risen like ashes on a cold night
the night is dark and blooming
coruscating into daylight
like a baby cuckoo bird
galloping into the uncertain skies
Time collpses into nothing
a baby's shriek, sweet gurgles
with beards on grave yards
deserts with watery oasis
on dead weeds and frozen mummies
succumbing to tenebrous thoughts
sailing into haunted islands
inhabited with negativity
crooked road filled with weary men
sojourning to their tombs
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Time collapse
crippling the past into fading memories
and bringing futuristic dilemma
burnt hopes, smiling agony
as the clocks ticks and tock
a paradox where men are no more
but we're still the healthy stock
bringing minimalism to existence
where nature is flamboyant
and death is sharing it's blessings
Written & Edited
By @Josediccus
26/11/2018
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