Micro-Poetry #35



Scarred from the sun,

Though also by the moon,

Crafted in the light,

Though also by the night.



They say that love makes the world go round, so does that mean that you and I are shortening the days with every love-filled breath we take?



A tumbleweed blows through my mind,

Signifying the inevitable,

Confirming my truest fears,

Because brain-dead become I due to life

Brain-dead among those already transformed.



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