Time Fragments
Nov 21, 2023
Faced the eternity of love,
became nothing
in its vastness.
There is a saint
in this house
who is not me.
Working on the past,
only thing that is left
are words.
Echoes of what was
whisper through the halls,
uncaught.
In the mirror's gaze
lies a truth,
silently spoken.
Fragments of time,
like shattered glass,
reflecting a mosaic of souls.
In stillness,
wisdom lingers
in the unsaid.
In the quiet,
I find voices
not my own.
Speaking in tongues
of lost loves
and forgotten dreams.
In this temple of memories
I walk,
a pilgrim in my own life.
Seeking solace
in the echo
of my own heartbeat
.
//
