Hard it fell from waterfalls,
relenting as time spills by-
the source which drinks its
gilded blood,
away its essence went.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
XLIII
Hard it fell from waterfalls,
relenting as time spills by-
the source which drinks its
gilded blood,
away its essence went.
