Ages pass eons go by The earth moves in endless circles Creation, procreation men born and die rambling towards an unseen future Veiled frustrations nothing seen past buried future obscene Scalded souls reaching for the shore Merry voices heard no more Just the sad sound and a sadder beat Of souls retreating spirits incomplete
Reason for writing:
THE WORLD
Birth sign: Not entered
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