Life, time and humanity

This category is quite vague compared to my others. I hope you enjoy it.

Time's Revenge

Beauty goes with age,
it just flows away,
but some does stay,
a fragment of what was,
to remind us of back in the day


My World

I have been pressed
into this mould,
by my family, friends
my world

I have pursued happiness
like a dog
chasing the swallows
hopeless

The End

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