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Misting Existences

Chrish is a philosophy blogger, avian artist, poetry writer and a nature lover

misting-existences


Pacing ephemeral existences

Some hover just like

a mist and some

Shattered plunged in chaos


Those who flow like a

serene harmonious river

Indeed have lived lucky


Youth have taken lives for granted

Laughters, habits, those

Selfish Euphoria's

Abundance they assume
Will endure


How imbecile such mundane

Expectations assuming

They have left a bushel of life


Whilst their world is in chaos the

Sound of boisterous laughters of a miserable
Souls


Cynically abandoned, one by one
Have left


A bone cracking silence

Helplessly exhausting

Their youthful thoughts


When it's obviously perceive

Where reality of how fleeting

Their lives is
Life could be gone - too late


It feels like a dagger deeply

Plunged into one's heart


While

Age have known it's importance

Which you have told


life is just like a mist

Peacefully pacing

Be in that tranquil


Be reasonable and

Make it a good one

For when the sun shine
You will be forgotten.


How do you want to be remember?