A strange imagination, of a diverse creation <br />lead my thoughts to anomalous direction. <br /> <br />With minute differences, we all skeletons <br />eating, laughing, moving, are so genuine. <br /> <br />Race, colour becomes so meaningless. <br />The X-ray of flesh is so useless. <br /> <br />As in autumn, like all those <br />withered leafless trees, when the wind blows <br /> <br />But worthy enough with the essence. <br />Seed. That's enough for their inheritance.<br /><br />Anonymous Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-all-are-skeletons/
