We perish. Feelings fade. Moments pass. The person we are right here, right now ,won't be the same as us ten years or even ten seconds later. Everything that happens becomes history as soon as it comes to pass. Every single moment we live, every single emotion we feel, and everything we are, it's all ephemeral. But words, words capture the beauty of moments as they fly by, freezing them in time, making them eternal. And this is a collection of those ephemeral feelings and moments.
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Ephemeral
Poetry[highest ranked #60 in poetry] "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞." _____________________ A collection of poems, written by you...