Waning Days

Dewdrops are falling 
The sky is calling 
I can hear 
The time is near 

With tick tick of every hand 
The particles of sand 
are trickling downward 
But I'm still a coward 

I don't wanna believe 
It's the time 
And I cannot leave  
The life sublime 

The leaves are yellow 
But I don't wanna go
When did it come 
it's already autumn
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June 3, 2023 at 11:47 AM
All of us should allow our minds to think about how are we spending our time. Death is inevitable and is always near. But some of us are too coward to even think of death. Life is not all about enjoying and fulfilling our desires. All of us have a purpose. Find that purpose, the true meaning of life.
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