Crafting Poetry
Saturday, 3 March 2018
Nothing holds permanent
Everything change within,
And holds no permanent
Like the seasons takes turn.
Perhaps laughter and Joy,
That of sorrows and tears.
Feelings that linger upon.
Cease to grown from within
None holds eternal.
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