Friday, December 1, 2017

Eden

Sometimes they clamber buildings
Or they trail behind in yearnings,
Other times they linger on buses
Carried away in silent clauses.

You see them leaving forgotten
Dissolved by time,
And others begotten
Hoping to return
In a memory game
Hopeless, but relentless,
A gathering of the being
As once wished upon a moonbeam
The numberless stars always a beacon
Of their essence, lost garden of Eden.

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