Age

Wed, 03/24/2021 - 22:28 -- Anya_AA

It's the way of your laugh,

to the things that all past.

It's more, it's a testimant,

of growth that we lacked.

It's the left to the right,

when it's right to the left.

It's the process we go through,

till our very last breath. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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