Eons before now,
Everything will be deleted.All creature will cease to exist,
All material things will fade.No one to tell,
How wise King David was.No one to appreciate,
The beauty of Cleopatra.No one to idolize,
The labors of Hercules.So live your life,
Have grand adventures.Be your own hero,
Be your own idol.Give people the reason to tell,
Your tales out of admiration.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...