Poetry

As Before

When the fairy tales
No longer paint beautiful memories
Because the stars had become dusty
As the fluffy clouds dissolved to ashes

So tell me,
When will the rain
Flood our worries away
And letting the sun burn our foes to death

For each passing moment
There is a man thinking
“How do I flee from this torment?”

Things are not as before
And won’t be like we thought
For time is relevant
But tragic,
when her essence is forgotten.

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