Long day

Short-lived

By Bethany LarsonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash

Sunrise to sunset

Infant cries to final breaths

Long days to quick ends

sad poetry

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Bethany Larson

I'm a recent college grad who studied Cinema and Linguistics, and I enjoy using the medium of writing to to express my ideas and learn more about the world

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