We carve our names into
trees,
rocks,
and
sand,
pretending that
they will last
forever.
But why?
When eventually,
they all fade,
just
like
us.
Gone forever,
not a trace left behind,
just
like
us.
//d.f.
YOU ARE READING
Voices
PoesieVoices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*
