Posted by OxMike on Mon 18 Jul 05, 9:35 PM to OxMike's blog.
Time passes so slowly
Hearts break
Passions fizzle
A mother sits silently, watching.
Stone crumbles.
Trees burn.
An old man says nothing.
Cars speed up
Then stop
Trains slow down
Then pop
The children's tears cease for no other reason.
.
What became of us?
Why were we here?
Will the mother speak again?
.
Only in the mists of time.
Edited Mon 18 Jul 05, 9:36 PM by OxMike
