A stormy night.
A cloudy morning.
A raining evening.
When will the pattern break?
Always the same.
Change has gone.
Living in a routine.
With nothing to go on.
The future is predicted.
The past is forgotten.
The present may be happening,
But all will be rotten.
Nothing lasts.
Nothing keeps.
Treasure what can never leave.
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Poetry Of Emotions
PoetryA few pieces of poetry rushing through my head, The words, they might stumble, but who would be listening? Peace doesn't exist Neither does hope. You can't bring it back, But find it for you. Love, smile, laugh. Cry, scream, die, Find your exit, Eve...
