The bird flies
As the wind blows
Chances pass
As the river flows
People die
As more are born
The baby cries
As the cloth is torn
The law is broken
As people try
To recover remnants
Of life gone by
Time stops for no one
Not even the one
Who lived the purest
And saved the sun
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My Poems
PoesíaJust a collection of poems. Updates whenever I get an idea. Thanks for reading and remember to comment ideas! Always looking for new ideas to write about!
