As he scrolls off his life’s book,
Memories float on his sky.
Their wind rifles his smog-
Years fleet in bleak of an eye:
Childhood and its innocence
Purely fragile as wish’s wings;
Adulthood and its essense
blazed by the ragious sun-
His dreams, dispersed and burnt,
Volcanic ash on his present page.
S.C.P.Biba
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