Time passes.
I learn,
Too much happens.
I am wise in the sense of life.
I want to forget my mistakes,
And the memories of others.
So when you come along,
I am prepared,
To never let you fall,
Like I did.
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The Perennial Fascination
PoesíaDeathless. Everlasting. Eternal. Poetry on the thought that there is a forever. That some things are immortal.
