A long, long time ago,
someone probably existed
Beautiful, charming and enchanting
who had the most sparkle in my eyes
and the most beautiful smile ever
A long, long time ago
their voices must have reached
heaven's gate and competed with the singing angels
They must have brought the providence so much joy
A long, long time ago
something must have happened
and made their voices stifled
blight the sparkle in their eyes
and killed the smile on their faces
Now, they exist only as legends and myths
of joy and happiness...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Everything passes and time even more, what we have lived, what we have learned and the footprint we leave, just like the image in your post, sticks left in the sand, but the sky always present covering everything, but for the sky. , time does not count, it does not pass, it covers everyone without distinction and at all times
Another thoughtful comment I must say. Thank you, my friend.