(Life&Death Poem) The Mystery Of The Mortal Being
I am but of young age
I want to do the most with what I have left.
But I can already see that sun setting.
The distance might seem far.
But it's not.
I know not how it will happen.
I know not when it will happen.
A mystery to the mortal being.
To a shadow he is still clinging.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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