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Fall Memory

when memories arise
men will fall
the earth...

earth will grieve
for it has lost the

progenitor
thus God dies
along with the illusion
of

immortality
and a new journey will begin
once

the universe ceases to exist
this dream
no one wakes up from
but

the memories,
where do they come from?

and they woke up
with the songs of the heavens
resonated by the nova quartet
exploding to the tunes of the
forever fountain
in the eyes of cosmic angels
protons
decay
death
illusion
memory

gP060707

Comments

Jeevan said…
Good one bro!
Pauline said…
Very powerful!
Kavi said…
How do you manage such works..! The placement. Of space. Of letters..you have raw talent..
Nahuatl said…
I am dumb to say anything :)
Ghost Particle said…
[Jeevan] Thanx bro. And Welcome Back.

[Pauline] Thanx a million.

[Kavi] Things just happen sar, just when I have this rush, things happen...

[Nayan] no u r not, u r just lazy to understand :p

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