Dead End
When do flowers no longer bloom
and the sea's stop touching the shore.
Light from the heaven's fail to shine
and the birds shall sing no more.
Innocent's of children no longer play
as time like a candle melts away.
Fleeting are the moments
we get to spend
and death is the reason
it all does end.
Copyright © Mark Hughes | Year Posted 2025
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