WHAT IS LIFE IN ALL ITS BEAUTY?
What is Life in all its Beauty
When it all goes by
And we cannot hold on to even a single moment of it?
There are so many beautiful moments and times
And people we would like to be with again
And cannot
We cannot hold on
It goes by
All the beauty of it
And even our remembrances of it
Cannot hold and contain it.
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