Is it not a wonderful thing
To burn a bit in the sun,
Or shiver slightly in a cool breeze,
When others suffer a beautiful tragedy
In it's wake,
Leaving ash and nothing.
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The Beauty of Thoughts
RandomJust a random really, really, really short collection of my poems of thoughts about life and random stuff. Sorry about awfulness and any mistakes. I will always be adding things on so it will probably never end as people always have thoughts.
