Millions of us have roamed and left this planet called earth.
But not even once was there a day,
That Time had stopped moving ahead for anyone.
The sun has risen each day,
But not even once was there a day,
Where the sun had been tired,
of what he had been doing each day.
The river has always flowed forward towards its destination,
But not even once was there a day,
That it had changed its direction for something in its path.
Fire destroys while water creates,
But not even once was there a day,
Where water envied fire or fire envied water.
But instead, they work together to maintain today's world.
Wind can be seen by none,
But not even once was there a day,
Where we couldn't feel its existence.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryA book full of my random poetry, which I made from random thoughts in my genius head.
