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Memory of man
Sometimes it feels like
this will last forever.
This world, this place,
the big cities we live in.
Yet, our entire existence,
is but a grain of sand in
Time's great hourglass.
One day not a trace of us
will be left...
Then vast deserts will be
were great cities once were.
And the memory of man,
is dust.
this will last forever.
This world, this place,
the big cities we live in.
Yet, our entire existence,
is but a grain of sand in
Time's great hourglass.
One day not a trace of us
will be left...
Then vast deserts will be
were great cities once were.
And the memory of man,
is dust.
Published 17th May 2014
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17th May 2014 2:57pm
That's a sad story of a man's well being. But I get it the story, rest in pieces? True!
17th May 2014 3:31pm
Anonymous
18th May 2014 2:53am
What a great story. Very sad but I enjoyed it. :)
Anonymous
18th May 2014 8:35am
Id like to think I can remember things forever since my spirit will not be dust, but after all ashes is what we will become....
