Poem: Fleeting
- Selina
- Sep 30, 2023
- 1 min read
As I stare at these empty spaces before me,
These hollowed out shells of what were once great men before me,
Diminished by forgetfulness,
Like free birds longing for enclosure, They bind their souls with the very things they treasure, And pleasure - forward and outward.
This shall be the fall of an empire. This shall be the fate of things to come.
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