Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, time carries away the deeds of conquered and commoners alike, all that we are, all that we were, are the memories of those who cared we came their way for a brief moment.
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Posted: Apr 26
About this poem:
Heard it on a Tv show in the 80s it has stuck with me ever since, Sums up about everything really.
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