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Apr 2014
Why are all the beautiful things
In the world
Ephemeral?

They're short lived,
Here today and
Gone tomorrow.

Just like a beautiful flower.
That lives for only a day
Before disappearing,
Disintegrating,
Blown away
By wisps of the wind.
At last, I did E.
Ephemeral sure is a beautiful word.
Enjoy.
Alexis
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Alexis  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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