Saturday, September 21, 2019

Memories of Death



They are all gone,
But keep on living forever.

They maybe still lurking,
Though cannot be seen.

Without a form,
They keep in our memories.

A heart without beating,
But keep alive without breathing.

Death maybe the end,
But memories continue to live till the end.

Jr.

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