Ephemeral Life
What are we but frail snowflakes that
Melt at the first glance of the sun’s rays
Or carried away by a simple blow of the
Whistling wind
Disappearing thus in the vastness of
Infinite time without ever leaving a single
Trace of their fleeting passage?
Think about it, all over again and
Answer me, my dear brother, my loving sister,
Is it ever worth spending our evanescent life,
Hating each other?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
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