I. the end of life;
that which was always fated
shocks us, even still
II. the passing of time;
we can never comprehend
our frail existence
III. the creative soul;
we must, with earnest ink,
make every word count
IV. the end of an era;
it is but a beginning
of something much more
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
I. the end of life;
that which was always fated
shocks us, even still
II. the passing of time;
we can never comprehend
our frail existence
III. the creative soul;
we must, with earnest ink,
make every word count
IV. the end of an era;
it is but a beginning
of something much more
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