Like the heady rush of
a brand new love
Like pain inflicted by
a paper cut
Like a brief escape
from the ordinary
Everything is
momentary
Like the glowing
embers of a campfire
Like the sun burning
brightly in our sky
Like each and every
life we create
Everything has an
expiry date
Like the buds on a
tree in early spring
Like a newborn lamb
struggling to his feet
Even this planet on
which our futures lie
Everything is born to
die
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