jueves, 27 de agosto de 2015


There's only a glow
in the night
Every star is yet to be born,
waiting in the shade
of emptiness;

longing for a thought
to share their light.

A flower starts to grow
words and echoes
will soon be heard
under the loving shine
that gives us life.

But remember,
doesn't matter what you are
either living thing or not,
there's a time for everything
to be born, to die,
and be transformed.

Such is our fate as well,
yet sometimes I ask myself
what was before the
hours began to run.

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