You live only a day.
So short of time,
yet still you toss that aside and carelessly throw it away.
We lose sight of the fleeting hands of time amongst the dusty forgotten and all we'll never find.
Our minds the author to our choices.
Though our words are just empty noises of nothing if not breathed to life with the purpose to better all ears who may come to hear.
-XoLastNightoX
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A Little Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoets of a life of mountains. Amazing highs and impossible lows All summed into words, simple tokens of every step forward or back. Hope you can relate.
