
Winter souls capture the light
as the spring swallows the gallows.
Who hear has never lived?
Too many I fear.
Living for the wrong things to my eye brings a tear.
Tomorrow is not promised as we only have today.
Heed these words and start living I pray.
Sunken ships that were built to last
eventually sink to the bottom of the ocean. They go little by little but fast.
To be embraced by a beautiful butterfly is so precious ad rare
thats what life is
so handle with care.
treasure each day taking nothing for granted
so you might know true happiness
when life seems slanted
winnter souls may capture the light
but it is spring that swallows the gallows.


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