Temporary
I wish I knew everything is temporary
Life full of endless desires and memories
Some fading in and out always by the side
Reminder to the past self no rules to abide
Hourglass swiftly out of sand
Trapped on a barren land
Nowhere to go nowhere to hide
Unaware of the kind
Wandering here and there in search of unknown
That truly belongs to me as precious stone
Oblivion of its potential to destroy everything
Turning into the fine dust In a blink
Carrying the mighty scars as wreath
Bloody sword wrapped in emerald sheath
Sticky Dampness covering the end
Unknown by its roots extend
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