torstai 25. heinäkuuta 2024

47

One ages, the dreams
of old are ash,
and the bones
inside the flesh
are cold, and the long
years beckon back,
yet the only path
is the narrowing one
forth, and that
is a lonely one
to the dug grave
that time holds.

25.07.2025

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