With Time
With time
Dunes shed sands and become flat
Waters carve rocks and mountains
Leaves turn green,yellow and finally a dead brown
We forget most of the places we have been
Most of the words we say fade
Nothing exists forever
Beginnings are a start towards an end
The dinosaurs become fossils
All men will become bones
Too many to be in museums
Shirley Shikanda
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