And what is left behind
This truth we’ve to endure?
The shine of smiles,
A million whies
And pure like morning dew,
But fairy dreams blind.
And what is in the mirror of tomorrow?
And what is drawing out of the haze?
The world…can it be changed?
Should highest forces be engaged?
How to disperse the gravity of days,
Still drifting under sorrow?
Is this world of perishable ashes
Or am from burning ashes I?
Should I submit or should I fight
The world of commonplace and trite?
Too little time and force to cry!
There are still some more treasures!
(2005)
And what is left behind
© Copyright: Талвир, 2007
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