#4213 poetry

photo: there is nothing simpler than a rose and yet, it only takes an angle, a background, a little something, and the magic happens.

The past, we remember it, we regret it, or we forget it.

The future, we await it, we dream of it, or we idealise it.

The present, we flee from it, or we live it.

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