Like all flowers
Time devours,
Are our lives.
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Being alone is the saddest moment of one’s life. The deafening silence of the night makes his tears flow with utter moan...... Well done, dear Ma’am Sandra...10+++🤝
Loneliness - the paradox of an overpopulated world. Beautifully written, very sad. Our lives are indeed like flowers that bloom and fade far too quickly. By contrast, I love the promise recorded by Isaiah that says “ For the days of my people will be like the days of a tree, And the work of their hands my chosen ones will enjoy to the full.” We were designed to live forever.