What remains when we reach our end
A glimmer of what we were
A trickle of light
What prints are left
When only a hint remains
A trace of what we were
Echos of ghosts in the night
Flecks of star dust
Only a trace
A ripple in time
#vss365 #poetry #poem #trace
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What remains when we reach our end
A glimmer of what we were
A trickle of light
What prints are left
When only a hint remains
A trace of what we were
Echos of ghosts in the night
Flecks of star dust
Only a trace
A ripple in time
#vss365 #poetry #poem #trace
Stockcake.com