EVENTUALLY The clock’s turning around and around so steadily on a distinct schedule, this eventually ends. Obituaries may come as an unexpected surprise leaving a wake of sadness with a slight down pour, this eventually ends. Snow cover across the land, a most warm appealing sight for some eyes, this eventually ends. Opening sprouts and buds starting to form questions, this eventually ends. Reformed flowers and trees bloom with their sweet refreshing smells and fruits, this eventually ends. Ravishing dynasties rule the earth making histories, this eventually ends. Opened wounds of a warrior bleeding uncontrollably, this eventually ends. Woman’s love for a man, caring for their thoughts and Feeling, this eventually ends. My sorrow and pain, .
Reason for writing:
Depression
Birth sign: Aries
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