Aged


As short as it is

Afraid I am that

I've mingled on air

Reaching out for mirage

Fruitless

My love slipped

Their existence vanish

Oblivion

Still

Indulged

Into this black box

Seconds

Minutes

Hours

Days

Time have passed

Aged

Awaked

Where have our youth left us?


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