Another second soon is spent
looking back, another pain
another flower dies by hands -
fading colours: lost to gain.
Laughters comes from past-
screeching phantoms of the mind
memorized by flesh and brain
stay inside, aged and gained.
And eyes and twinkling stars
were seen on daily ways
and now all's sand and spots of ink
on your self, a truthfull gain.
17.08.2016 - 01:00 Inspired by A.I.
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