Saturday, July 1, 2017

The dead

The dead
Are like fallen trees
Old memories
A thousand leaves
That used to filter the sun

Etched in the hearts of souls
Who drank from the bowls
Of laughter and song

The dead
Are like water
We used to drink
Bathe in
Play in
Now gone somewhere
In our atmosphere

©07.01.2017 ebn

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