Tell me, what more could I have striven for?
Isn't every dream destined to fade, eventually?
Tell me, what will you make of your fleeting time,
In this world that changes so swiftly and cruelly?
Tell me, what is your vision, your purpose,
In the fleeting moments that shape your journey?
What will you craft with your one unique and fleeting existence,
As the sands of time slip through your grasp?
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Book of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems invites you to explore the intimate corners of emotion, the quiet whispers of the soul, and the vibrant hues of imagination. Each poem is a reflection of life's myriad experiences, capturing moments of joy, sorrow, love, and...
