a fragrant flower will wilt with time.
the moon gives way to the sun.
mountains crumble and the young,
grow hideous with every passing moment.
fickle birds leave land for another
men seek company in sin and lust
it is but the way of the world
to move on and leave what was once
beautiful,a burning memory.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
a fragrant flower will wilt with time.
the moon gives way to the sun.
mountains crumble and the young,
grow hideous with every passing moment.
fickle birds leave land for another
men seek company in sin and lust
it is but the way of the world
to move on and leave what was once
beautiful,a burning memory.
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