The bones of a child,
Look at the ocean.
Look at the sky,
To smile at the clouds.
Life is in pieces
Most don't see.
In an abandoned state
The only one around,
Her scattered bones,
Whisper to each other.
'Nothing now. Alone'
Death personified.
But it's allright really
And not scary at all.
Life is in pieces.
The shadows only fall,
Because light forgot to look. |
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