In time we thought
It was a night in the battle.
There were no swords or bullets, but words. Words only.
As the night drew to its close, the words felt silent like thoughts, and we ascended in tranquility.
Those thoughts composed of words, we questioned in silence were stronger than the strongest rock.
The strongest rock ever.
Ever conceived in time and space.
And history reckons those monuments of thoughts in time.
Curved by the poets, lovers and soldiers, they stood taller and stronger than the stones that our words ever hurled to each other.
Skies of the yesteryears still bear distant testaments.
And yet, the lives beneath, remain quiet, as the time grows old…