Fading through time,
As the lost will emerge
The clock is ticking fast;
I do not feel an urge.
Days keep passing,
As the clouds glide on the sky
The sun rises and sets;
Every day it still tries.
Growing rust in the depths of my role,
Taking a crazy static as I open my eyes
I couldn't remember; I couldn't understand,
As the fading memory meets its demise!
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
