In a trice

We stay like stars in the night sky.

The memory falls apart.

Even just an instant is enough

to scattered love

on every path of life.

 

Let’s dance with our humanity,

bringing with us the baggage of what we have been.

Unconscious architects of our destiny

we cultivate a vain awareness.

 

Time is a silent thief.

 

C~

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