Melancholy Of The Falling Monuments

The great signs stood tall in breeze

Monuments from the past

Outliving the failing memories

Reaching state of divine gateway to consciousness

In awe would man watch towards the skies

Seeing rough edges of monument

As firm silhouette against decaying world

Himself standing in cold shadow, meaningless and

forgotten.

All man made to be crumbled

All turning into dust blown away by winds

Erosion consuming dirt

Manifestation of Iconoclastic power of natural might!

Melancholy of the falling monuments, dirt road towards

the void

Melancholy of the falling monuments, echoes of connection

slowly silenced.