A red rose in bloom,
Severed, swept, by winds that lie-
All beauty must die.
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At the edge of darkness, are found slivers of serene happiness...
I Exist, Therefore I Am
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6 comments:
Ouch..brilliant..short but takes your breath away.
Only to make way for new beauty...
Why such melancholy?
and it maybe so that its beautiful precisely for that reason... its fleeting, destined to be doomed...
Death may be beautiful too..wot say? :)
You disturbing man. Why the melancholy?
[Epiphany] No.
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