No distance ever separates our dreams and desires
No mirror ever dissolves our reflection and water
In one's eye
What graph would you make of lines of thought?
The triangle of pain is without any angle.. Countless races have dreams alike but sleep and night watch surly its never the same!
Names are forgotten .. Codes alone come to my mind in nuclear setups..
Dreams of radiant generations are smitten by atomic explosions
Cities sink, Nuclei dissipate, Orbits dwindle..
What remains are terra and sol in what... In the dance of death.
A moment of brightness in a light year breaking into smithereens in a million eons. An accident.. May be yes
But not an event, history is continuity may broken once.
Telescopic eyes, tired out, give up their distance watching into lost planets.. In a garden less universe.
Who will look for flowers after my death in spring fresh hands of tiny tots?
Who will see dreams in our eyes ... yours and mine in centuries to be?
No one is sure.. Yes no one is sure of things lost in water.
No mirror ever dissolves our reflection and water
In one's eye
What graph would you make of lines of thought?
The triangle of pain is without any angle.. Countless races have dreams alike but sleep and night watch surly its never the same!
Names are forgotten .. Codes alone come to my mind in nuclear setups..
Dreams of radiant generations are smitten by atomic explosions
Cities sink, Nuclei dissipate, Orbits dwindle..
What remains are terra and sol in what... In the dance of death.
A moment of brightness in a light year breaking into smithereens in a million eons. An accident.. May be yes
But not an event, history is continuity may broken once.
Telescopic eyes, tired out, give up their distance watching into lost planets.. In a garden less universe.
Who will look for flowers after my death in spring fresh hands of tiny tots?
Who will see dreams in our eyes ... yours and mine in centuries to be?
No one is sure.. Yes no one is sure of things lost in water.
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