Left behind

Light from dark a spark that dies in the waning vision of our eyes

Just solar dust a temporal thrust, washed away on cosmic seas under celestial skies

Immortality does not live in flesh or blood but resides in the mud of memory 

Character is hewn of bone turned to stone, filed by time's emery 

Good and evil from dirt primeval, the same, the two are but one

Right or wrong a matter of perception, mirror reflection, mirage of the sun

Reviews

[Pallavi]

Very deep and thoughtful soren!

Enjoyed reading it!

[Soren]

Thank you so much Pallavi for the read and kind words of support they are appreciated