The clock is ticking, time flies so fast.
I don't know when the fun days will last.
I can't predict when they'll be gone.
But when it happens, the days won't be as beautiful as a swan.
As I look at a mirror, I look at how I've grown.
I look back on the days when I felt so alone.
Then, there came a time when I started to bloom,
As I met those who let the happiness resume.
I've interacted with them, here and there.
We exchanged heartwarming dialogues; There was a lot to share.
I sang, I danced, I exalted in praise.
But all that I know is that this is just a phase.
I want to have more time to communicate,
But I need to try to accept my fate.
One day, all of this will end.
The skies may turn gray with whatever life may send.
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Words
PoetryIn here, I'll tell you what's going on my head. I write about what my heart and soul said. Joy, sadness, anger, anything goes Into the number of stanzas that I compose.
