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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings Shades of green glistening in glory An unpredictable breath that barely measures A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley A heart's main glee Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy Bliss sinks in my marrow Pensive solitude, Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until tomorrow Together we'll make a strengthening converse Piety fitting in these periling times Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies Childish features blurring my uncertain future Incessant in my trespasses I draw near through deathly shadows Moping in ceaseless torment Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility Dodging arrows of inevitable death Bound to track us down, Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree Driven mad in knotting triumph Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum Numbed by flustering anxiety Cursing down this greedy society Whirling us back to Evanescent pastures I'm dependent in this unordinary place Though it leaves me with only disgrace Discontent by the isolated misfortune Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility Dodging arrows of inevitable death Bound to track us down, Fogging our interest of society, Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late Whirling us back to Evanescent pastures Denying our repents out of revenge Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal Superb for a tranquilizing solitude
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