Tiny Life. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Tiny Life.



When the reaper uses its tool,
we realize, we'll return to the dust.
We're only mean and fool.
We pretend we're gold, when we are mere rust.

Monday, October 8, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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