🍁THE COST OF THE LIVING 🍁
Each dawn begins cold, with a path to tread,
The mind weighed down by moods both sharp and lead.
Strength and form take shape, yet hope drifts vague and slow,
Unsteady, unsure where it ought to go.
Each passing year subtracts from what we hold,
Life’s measure shrinking as days unfold.
Joy is split thin through every moment’s span,
And beauty fades, reduced by time’s strict plan.
True peace cannot be lent or freely gained,
Only earned through debts our souls have sustained.
We rest each night, still hoping to restore
All that has slipped away, and gain much more...06152026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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