As
the molded clay begins to crumble
A beginning must have an end, life evolves
into death, and the earth creates and yet also destroys. Your life flashing as
your hands crumble into dust and your reflection seems to age with the cruelty
of time. A distant cry from the far beyond goes unheard as you return into the
earth from whence you came. Tears turn into ashes as you fade into a memory
that no one will recall. The clay statue crumbles at the horrors and atrocities
of things that have never had a chance to be achieved.
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