Second after second,
Minute after minute
We do what matters,
Because we need it.Day after day,
Week after week
We have to pray
To not be a victim.Month after month,
Year after year
We never have enough
Time to be better.Everything goes around, -
Life, death and being.
And we fall down and down
Trying to be free.But we'll become only our descendants' memories...
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A Piece of poetry
PoetryThe collection of all the endless feelings and senses in this world.