The End

The end is near,

Gone are the days of past memories,

Built up in  metal lockers and messy binders,

Summer’s heat has already arrived,

Saluting the end as it waves past,

No more walking the same ways,

To and from,

Back and forth,

It’s slipping,

And I don’t feel sad,

For I know,

That the moments count more,

So yes,

The end is nearing,

And a beginning starts,

A gigantic change,

But not impossible.

 

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Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. If I understood myself, I would not be writing this blog. Just here.

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