It is natural, this death,Our pillars are not immune,
The illusion of power
In the image of gold
Is sure to crumble, is crumbling
Will turn to dust again.
Where will we find our happiness
When the last golden leaf is gone?
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4 comments:
Your blog just gets better and better. Wonderful stuff. What a gift!
Thank you RS, I'm very glad you are enjoying it.
perfect metaphor for these times!
qualcosa di bello, so true...
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