Ponderoso

 

What does the world bring us?

Heartache and destruction?

Spring comes, swiftly followed

by summer’s sweet decay,

then autumn.

Morning shows a new day to us.

So soon cut short as darkness

prevails. We come.

Into this world,

miniature beacons of light and life,

to be tainted by shadow and corruption.

Everything ends.

Everything dies.

Nothing is eternal.

Not even despair.

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