Every Now And Then

earthly time has let it slip goodbye
small pieces of loosened goodbyes that drown in craziness and land on the shoulder of guilt.
I often wonder in the aimless city of earth's forgotten souls, eyes dead and alone
nothing is more beautiful
edged in the side of humanity lies nothing but the remainders of a secret day, where dusk had just settled and time didn't need to stop
and nothing was together but at ease, in peace and apart.

by Carolyn Vuletic

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