Gone Poem by Steven Rowe
Gone
A flash of lightning
Is it gone?
The one thing one has only one of
Disappearing in an instant
Where is it?
The thing that can only be found within
More precious than a pearl
What is it?
One wishes they said that one last thing.
Happiness when there,
Why is it gone?
too far, no attempt will grasp it again
The essence of man
When will I see it again?
Will be seen when your time comes
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4/23/2024 11:34:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Happiness and hope are the base of life...and we live for this happiness...well composed...