All Shall Pass (After Emily Bronte)
All shall pass
nothing will last
even beauty
that does everything surpass.
The sweetest rose
will in winter wither
the brightest hope
will to time's ravage surrender.
The most beautiful song
will fade away as no listener will remember
even the dearest dream
will soon turn into amber.
All shall pass, it's the rule of Nature
like the dewdrops and clouds that gather
yet poignancy of the most sublime order
shall emerge as nothing does last forever
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