The heat had started melting off the skin,
As the flames fed on her bones,
The memories, photographs and the days so good,
Mortal is body, maybe the mind,
Play games in times likes these,
You become strong,
Hold off some tears,
Maybe they are in a better place,
As dust covers up what’s left,
And you try to find someone that existed till now,
Maybe the body is mortal,
Or the universe unsettled,
How else would the Sun,
Die to see,
Earth Be born again,
Everyday……
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