What a long long day
In a beautiful world
With a lot of cruel people
And a lot of troubles,
What a long long day
In which we have to work
Just to get by and prove our worth,
What a long long day
Which we have to bear
Just to get to night,
But then the sun rises so we repeat our days
Till we get old,
An all our work washes away with the sands of time
As soon as we die.
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2 a.m. Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I came up with to empty my mind. There will be no fixe time for updates cause I can usually go a long time without writing anything and then spew out a lot of poems in a few minutes. Depends on the circumstances.
