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Everything wilts in one way or another,
In mountains they go or seas and wind,
It doesn't particularly matter,
Life is a part of the world and so is death,
Flowers that stretches far and wide,
All that whimper — winter's cold,
Ice that broke and body's gone cold,
Impending summer with heat that burned,
They'll pass anyway — don't bother, enjoy,
A garden of swine shall die in sleep,
Time that fades our glowing pain,
But memories kept in our head of locks.
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"This written poem was made to focus on the world's constant opposites; life and death. Nothing is permanent in this world, the flowers and nature dies, even seasons changes and most importantly are our lives that are fragile that one snap can cut our existence in this world. Memories are our only hope to remember even though time somehow erases our emotions leading to numbness..."
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A World of Poems
Şiir"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
