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We Are But Memories

In the end, yes we are nothing!
Every struggle, every dream
Nothing is like they seem 
we come and go
like fire we rage and
In end we leave like a purl of smoke

It may not seem vain
But life is vain, a dose of joy
And a rupture of pain

The bursts of laughter
The splendors of our dreams
Alas,we are but transient memories

Jude IfemeSubscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email