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Fading
Seen from a distance
Fluttering in the breeze
The sweet perfection
Is fading.
As the sun grows dark
And the moon becomes too bright
The once immortal
Are fading.
Seen from a distance
Fluttering in the breeze
The sweet perfection
Is fading.
As the sun grows dark
And the moon becomes too bright
The once immortal
Are fading.
I wrote a poem like this
I wrote a poem like this once. But the messege was totally different. :) It was about books ^.^
Love this and it is one of those ones where you understand it's meaning but know you never will.
(Sorry if that does not make sense)
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.