Life dwindles on forsaken days of sorrow, taking with
it all relative feelings of doom.
Dangling into pools of existence, feet swing back and
forth, allowing the mind to think and move forward
into dimensions of relief and cogitated memorials.
Receiving decently soulful conclusions like cake at a
birthday party on an evenings's sorrowful aging sunset.
Horizons filling eyes with it's once beautiful
artistry and poignant messages.
Lifetimes carry on towards new mystical shores, waves
crashing and pounding into beautiful scenery forever.
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