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As seasons turn cold we once again wounder into the depths of winter. To sprout from the snow, to shine with the sun. Just to once again fall like the leaves as yet another year drifts by.
For every second of every minutes of every day is a time set in history. A moment in each and everyone's story, now a memory in our minds.
So I beg of you grasp the time you still hold, venture where you've always wanted to go. Because time will forever tick with or without your moments etched in its clock.
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-Anna Dean-
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Poets Guide To The Inevitable
PoesíaThese poems emotional focusing on the ups and downs life gives us welcomed or unwelcome. I hope you can find comfort in my words and support knowing your not alone in your oceans of emotion. Disclaimer- This book includes thoughts of suicide, depres...
