breathe

the creases, the wrinkles, the sunken face
colors on vast canvas, of life in magical moves

it doesn't matter what's beyond
for the past was filled with treasures
Kept in those secret vaults

the colors on the other side...
A world unknown, yet a definite destination
the world on the other side
lulling and endearing

the other side.

the last breath left, like a sparrow taking off.