In animate

Born from a star,
cast off into the abyss,
floating on a ball of flame,
lost but never missed.

Frozen into mountains,
floating in the sea,
broken into a million pieces,
of herself.

Crushed to dust,
embedded in snow,
blowing in the winds,
whither she goes.

Piled on to pieces,
that once were herself,
molded to stone,
under worldly pressures, for worldly pleasures.

Kicked around today,
while we pass her by,
moving through life,
no cheer and no cry.

That little stone,
on the side of the road,
living her life,
as dead as the passer-by that never noticed her.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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