Passing Fog

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 22:12 -- Nik727

 

Flowers-- wilt, wither, die.Things of this earth speed, pass by. Food is eaten and soon gone.Night always follows dawn. Snow never fails to melt away.Is anything really here to stay? Smoke flies and disappears.The storm dies and silently clears. Nothing of the world will ever last.Soon the future will be the past. Come and go-- the words you say.What happened to yesterday? Sun rises then sets.Day passes-- new regrets.

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