DEATH OF A MOMENT
A burial of a man on a sea beach,
A few roses scattered on the bed,
A few leaves dry lying close by.
A brief history stamped on a black stone.
Lying there alone that lonely man,
Came alone, lived alone,
now left alone with dead sea.
Sand of time'll never distrub ever,
as the man buried empty, rest in peace.
The skeleton of a dinosaur,
with time-frozen eggs of emotions.
Music of a pedestrian's Journey
crossing genders,
throwing blue flowers in joy,
now is no more
but a piece of ageing paper.
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