Where or what was so important,that footprints were immortalizedby molten ash,and smothered by the same force?Did you walk,was life meaningless-like the trashfloating in the sea?Did you sprint,run as fast as possibleto be freelike the clouds up above,who answer to no master?Are we soon to beforgotten, cast underlayers of bedrock ,of ashin unmarked gravesthat all-powerful nature made?
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Babble From a Stranger
PoetryA Collection of Poetry- different forms and styles all aimed to reach the heart of people.
