Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am but a wedge in a gap of space,
a tick in a lapse of time.
Dreams push my life back and forth,
as I get bigger with the sun going down
as I get smaller with the sun coming up.
To give up hope is fatal.
When you stop thinking of me
I am no longer.



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kostasAu - a reflective piece. but you shall remain when they no longer think of you, I trust. It will only be their loss.

Thank you for sharing this.