As old age heaps, the mind
meanders back to all the
haunts, reviving the past. The
innocent days before the vile
corruption, the resurrection of
kind and mindful days where
colors were bright and the light
glistened in
The lost shadows hide from the light and sight. Yet, the one that’s hunted hides in mythical expiration. The Jerusalem lie is still buried...
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