FleetingA Poem by BoFleeting. That's what it is. A short moment to be experience. Like an explosion, never to be seen again. Like nature, never to take time to see the beauty around. Like art, admired only for mere seconds, but never more. All this is short lived. It is never eternal. Too great and evil to be everlasting. That is what it is. That is what life is. Life is fleeting. Friday, August 6th, 2010. 9:51 pm
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