Things short lived 🥀
Life is nothing but a testimony To things short-lived. Life sings its destiny, Yet its sonorous song dies Just a hand's length away, Right before the doorstep of home. Maybe this is life. Perhaps this is the life I chose. When the past repeats itself, No hope can linger anymore. No happiness can outlive sorrow. The present is nothing but a refraction of what has been, For it was the flower that I loved, Not the weary roots beneath the ground. Someday this will all cease. Maybe I will be able to bury the hole within me. Perhaps I will choose that day To finally let go.