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Years have past

Playful times

With joy and laughs

But the breeze of youth

Escapes from the veins of existence

Leaving nothing but peculiar feelings

Of guilt for what’s died inside

Like the nests

of fletching birds

once they fly away

Vacant

Decaying in time

Falling of the trees

Abandoned and wrecked

Destroyed

Enlightened to have gained wisdom

Though no light comes without pain

And nothing is created

Without destruction

Life as we know it was shaped upon disaster

And disaster will follow maturity

Is it the fate

That has long been written?

Or is it legacy

Crafted through the ages?

If only the end could be foreseen

Emptiness and decay through the land

If only the tremor could be felt

Shivering in the silence of loneliness

Like a faceless child in the mist

It’s the nothingness that would be felt

Realization is just the beginning

Maturation that comes with age

Or maybe have we grown old?

And decayed without knowing