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Lost to Time

the elements endure, we do not

By HufflecupPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
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Gems turning to sand in my palms

I tighten my grip

and the grains slip away faster

beauty does not last when the foundation is flawed

wondering a deserted land

looking for something everyone else has forgotten

It was only precious to you

giving life and taking it away

keeping the dark at bay

or being the monster tearing through the night

scars of wrath that may never heal

hope rising from cold ashes

the deepest roots will endure

the brightest flowers will provide

the seeds will turn the land green

until the land begins to rot

poison spread by a pumping heart

to drive away the lands corrupters

whether it whispers or roars

passion and rage reflected in the storm

nothing more ominous than peace

nothing more predictable than chaos

the twisting winds of change

care not for your desired future

drowning in the depths of curiosity

weathering the waves of uncertainty

luck may save you or leave you stranded

when the tide comes in make sure you are far away

some say truth is found in the light

but then what hides in the shadows it cast

some may be blinded

and become thankful for the dark

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About the Creator

Hufflecup

I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.

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