Where does the soul go,
after the sky becomes black,
and the birds forget to sing.
Where do the memories of us go,
when the world is no more,
and the grass is no longer green.
Where does the sound of our voices go,
when white becomes brown,
and sand becomes water.
What is life, after this life.
What is the truth,
about the truth,
that is death.
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Litutu - Literature by Tutu (Complete)
PoesiaSo after the posting of my short, romance story, I was asked to make a poetry book. After much thought, I have decided to give you one after all. So here you go, Literature by Tutu. For all the dreamer and believers. For the broken and hopeless. Fo...
