All is lost
To the sands of time
And all is left
For those behind
Whether it be person, place, or thing
The song of time does sing
It sings about the gathered ruins
The rusted buildings
The ashen dunes
But why care for things things
When they are gone, when they sing
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PoesiaWant a poem for the day? Hell, I might do one. Kick back, relax, and read a poem that is worth a meh/10
