a memory now withered.
Fragile, round, thin
slowly dissolves into nothing.
Thats the way life is
thats the way is happiness
Like water that slips
away, between your fingers.
An insane blue bird
looks for a cage to call home,
It lives for a whileEphemeral it is, not Immortal;
Dying on the wings of time,
A time, that once was.
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