our time has a limit,
a span to spend,
the moment that we live,
brings us one step closer to our end;
we strive to make it long,
fills our days with purpose,
and memories to live;
to cherish every precious second,
to embrace all life's highs and lows,
until our time is through.
YOU ARE READING
little garden
Poetry//poetry I pluck flowers like how I wrote letters that will never bloom inside your little garden, as you tend to neglect them.
