A Cycle Poem by Unspoken Truth
A Cycle
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Pretended the sun will not rise tomorrow,
Tired of drowning my lungs in sorrow,
What's left in this town to borrow?
The world's just hollow and people so low.
And yet,
Rivers still flow and lights still glow,
Winds still blow and trees still grow,
Life is something we all can't throw,
Time, you're creeping just too slow.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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