LIFE IS BUT A DREAM THAT PASSES

Life is but a dream that passes,

a brief dream before the eternity's

chill withers and lays bare the soul

and to it shows the abyss of oblivion.

Like a ghost haunting a summer night,

the human being passes through the world;

the evening dusk birthed her,

the first light of dawn shall bury him.

Life is but a dream that passes,

a brief dream from which we awaken

not; we are cast into oblivion's embrace,

and all shall cease and be no more.

22.03.2020