flower withers,
human dies,
a waste of tears,
if you want to cry.
wrote this short poem couple of months ago. seems heartless and harmless. cold and distinct. Yet when a dear friend's mother lost her fight with leukemia. I couldn't help but cry. Each and everyday there's bound to be death, be it someone you know or not. A promise he made "....every soul shall taste death...." It's inevitable. Hence, be grateful for the days that you got to lived and thankful that your love ones are still alive cause someday you'll die and they'll be gone and regrets are of no use.
cherish the moments,
the people you love,
cause when it's gone,
it's gone forever,
never coming back,
not for a million dollars,
not for the shining sun,
not for the beatles singing 'let it be' on the unicorn,
and yes, not even for you.
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