Slipping through frail fingers,
Fading quickly, grasp to hold on.
Pale aquaintance of the shivering wind,
Will make the heart beat faster.
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As memories fade, time replenishes. Every aspect of Nature is enraged, causing collapse. A strong realization that not even Nature is a match of Reality. If it is still within the century: I dig this.
Such a nice poem, Dead Poetic. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.