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by Rose Jan 26, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Walking on the shore Watching the sunset Wind blowing my hair softly Feet getting wet. I look up and stare At the red, velvet sky. Clouds drifting away slowly I let out a big sigh. Thoughts flow into my head, A bunch of memories I won't forget And, also, a lot of things That I tend to regret Lots of things have changed Time has passed by so fast I've finally learned that, Nothing lasts . . .
by Misus3d.N.Abus3d
It's short You reach your point quickly And you choose your words in such a way every reader can comprehend what you are talking about. Nothing Lasts I can feel it in this poem.