How does it feel to be former glory?Glory on one grey stone,
You life written by lapidary,
Could not be consoled by smoke..
As I stand beyond the boundaries of time,
In a placid slumber,
Age was just a measurement of my life,
Age was just a number...
Embraced by open skies,
Coated with grimy moss,
Making the land fertile,
The identity of solidity was lost...
A well delivered performance,
Immersed in blinding mist,
It was just momentary remembrance,
Yourself you missed...
A memory solidified,
Dried flowers when you mourn,
That moment you cried,
Where have I gone?
Picture from the net- ( flickriver.com )
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