One day I will pass on And all that I hold dear Would cease to matter For they were dear only to me. The world, shall go on Lives would continue Family, friends, relationships Would change. And there would be new relationships, new pathways, as usual. One day these roads will cease to exist And all those destinations they connected Would find new avenues to communicate The World, shall go on People, nations, seasons Would change. And there would be […]

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