A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


246. Lying in the grass

The days pass by, time is flying,

Life moves slowly, ever forward,

Here I am, on the ground, lying,

Wondering about olden scars

And feeling obscurely awkward;

Eyes on the sky, mind in the stars.

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