Thursday, June 28, 2012

A day like any other

The day life ended was a day like any other. 
People walked down the street, airplanes flew overhead, 
and robbers broke into the local bank.
The day life ended, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, 
and a few white clouds drifted westwards with the wind.
A dog was running down the street, chased by his owner.
No one knew it was only hours before the wind would stop blowing,
the sun would freeze in its orbit, 
and no mind would remain to observe.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears, what is the sound of the one hand clapping?
But there was nobody left to answer.
Because the day life ended, was a day like any other.

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