All beautiful things,
most come to an end.

The sun most eventually set,
and although she leaves with drops of light at her absence,
no one will notice

All beauty,
must come to an end.

Flowers will perish,
petal by petal,
till the last one
Ampathy will blow it away.

All beautiful things,
must come to an end.

All smiles will dissolve.
Great moment,
Wasted on the undeserving.

All doors must close,
Opening fully and glowingly.
it was neglected and used,
till it had no choice but to shut.
Little by little,
till it was sealed.

All beautiful things,
will come to an end.

Its everywhere radiating.
Our heart is drunk of beauty,
our eyes could never earn.

Although everything must come to end,
Never “go gentle into that good night”,
my beauty.
Fight for the last second,
and although most will miss it,
It will mean the world for those who don’t.

Those who actually see beauty.

Because anyone who sees beauty with their eyes open,
is nothing but a fool.
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*Quote from Dylan Thomas’s poem Do not go gentle to that good night
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