Sun glistened drops,
On multicoloured wings,
Thriving in the light,
The early morning brings.
No shadows to shade it,
Soon withers away,
Not being able to hold,
Its happiness throughout the day.
As the old saying goes,
And my favorite poet would say,
"Nothing lasts forever" and
"Nothing gold can stay".
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Journal Of The Fallen
PoetryThis is a journal of poetry I've written over the years
