Something…

Some things, are not meant to last.
Some, were robbed and some were lost.
Some, were displayed and sold, and…
Some remains intact like a ring of gold.

Watching the last of these days disappear
feeling the air get colder
seeing the world get darker.

The world has turned into something new
something colder, something darker
something different,something Beautiful.

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