It's almost midnight.
Please don't pine
as clock hand finds
one one five nine.
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Nothing is permanent in this world.what to speak of fickles.
Nothing fickle ever stayed.Nothing is permanent in the world.Even our troubles dear poet
to empty life and empty lights and empty hate and empty fights......all about nothingness! Loved the title of the poem (Probably that Cindrella who was severly tortured and tormented by her evil stepmother) . An excellent poem.