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All times end

This time is ours

Until it’s not

Now and then

Like cherry blossoms

Fallen gone

A moments bliss

Life goes on

Our beauty but a season

Existence without reason

Blissful smiles we need them

Lamenting cries; the grieven

The future we pass on

To never see new dawn

© The Sad Owl

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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