Times Song


All that’s bright must fade

All that’s sweet – now weary

Stale, flat – the sweetest rain

Ravished like unenchanted harmony

And knows where all began, all end

There is nothing – O time

Who changes all to his sweetness

Come what come may

From hour to hour, we rot and rot

As we bear blossoms of the dead

To slowly ever to decay

Times song, whose breath

Leads to death

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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