Time moves,
moments pass.
Like waves, bound to eternal fluctuations of fortune.
We can lie and grimace like sots in ruts at fleeting glimpses of glory that come to pass.
Or we can move on,
in search of more.
So.....I don't usually publish stuff this short but...ummm...is yolo still a socially current excuse? Either way, I hope you enjoyed it. Until next time!
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryWords have power. I learnt that from an early age. I love that you can bring people to other worlds and take them for a tour, create a whole universe in peoples minds, or give a special kind of hope and friendship to them. I love to welcome peopl...
