Cold clad irons shackled—
Chains rattling through portholes—
Vanishing homeland—
Tag: decay
A Beginning to End
We are born then die-
In between this painful path-
Remember to laugh-
Living Among Dying
Fresh life presses forth-
Gaining new strength from old ways-
Feeds a fleeting change-
Photo from Mrhaikuman– edited with ps express
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