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  • I had stopped and realized, what every single living thing cannot own.
    We can Buy a star, or An object on earth, that we call our own.
    But the most valuable thing that we let pass by, and cannot hold,
    Is Time itself, holding fear, energy, anxiety, alone.

    We can't get a grasp of it, yet it brings wonderful things,
    And horrible stuff, yet we don't stop to think,
    To Enjoy the Day, before Time brings the Night,
    But when Dark sets, I feel calm,
    When I see the Moon's light.

    I feel delicate as a Rose, once the moon guides the dark,
    Isn't it sad, that I have to talk to you from afar?
    I feel vibrant, like a flower's long green stem,
    it might be dark, but you compliment me even then.

    So as time goes on, you move further away,
    But I know, I can make tomorrow better than yesterday.
    Yet All that depends if Time isn't over for me tomorrow,
    With this I share with you, because you might not wake up,
    and let the day's horrible stuff, beat you in sorrow.

    I'm prepared to leave at any given time,
    Because I know, before leaving,
    I enjoyed a minute of your pleasant moon light.
    Time is Something we can not hold,
    Time is Something we can not grasp,
    A second passed by, and you can't get it back.

    So I encourage every soul on this planet,
    to defeat the sadness, the anger, whenever it happens,
    Because, It can be your last moment as it's known…
    Every single living thing, cannot own.
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