Friday, June 12, 2015


Flowers wither.
Seasons change.
Youth ages.
Feelings fade.
Men pass away;
So does time.

Sunrise and sunset
Birth and death;
Spring, summer,
Autumn, then winter.
Hellos and goodbyes;
Meetings and partings.

Happy a minute;
Sad the next.
No material permanent;
Feelings alike.
For nothing lasts,

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