Thursday, June 4, 2015

55. Poetry: G

Grinning
   the child runs forward

Growing up
   is a false dream
   is nothing but an illusion

Grim
   is the heart of a parent

Groaning
   we silently do
   as everything fades

Going away
   all things must

Gone
   is the only truth
   is the only reality

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