Faceless figures
Day after day,
Striving for nothing.
F
a
l
l
e
n,
Buried.
Memories destroyed,
Among the centuries.
Ice, rain, cold.

Stony fingers of death,
Caressing the soul of another.
One less,
More are created.
Time goes on.

Stars, moon, dark
Few care to glance
When the sun rises.
Meaningless.
The day marches on.

An ethereal silence established,
Blanketing the voices
Of the forgotten
Tears, hatred, sorrow
It moves on.

Warmth, love, spring
Laughter piercing the quiet
A sparkle of enthrallment
In the eyes - the souls
Of the new;
Time stops for those
Who are fortunate enough
And listens to their laughter.

A flame diminishes with age -
For some;
For some,
Embers continue to glow brightly.

Snow, grass, flowers, soil;
Drearily, some toil.
They were never young.
There is nothing to see, to hear.
For them,
Time marches sadly on.
 
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