they say,
nothing in life
lasts forever
nor does
everything always die.
in reality,
nothing ever truly becomes nothing more
than an untouched pile of dust.
instead, it fades before you see it
in the background and
into the world of solitude.
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a short but meaningful one, I believe.
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inconspicuous
Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
