Sometimes I realise,
That it's the little things in life,
That I miss the most,
Missing them the second,
They slip out of my grasp.
I take for granted, those moments
Thinking they will always be there.
And suddenly I feel so lonely,
Now that they are gone.
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Shadows
PoetryLife is constantly weighed down by its past. Every breath, every action, leaves an imprint of the world. The question is wether our memories will bring shadows upon our path, or will we ever simply stand in the sunlight?
