The sands of time have shifted as time has now run short.
The blooming rose petals have fallen peacefully upon the floor.
The rhythm of the beating drum has failed to stay in pace.
The lines of stress and worry have ceased upon your face.
The howling wolf's cry no longer comforts the moon.
The whispering wind's last breath has died much too soon.
The comforting morning sunlight refuses to rise.
The beauty of the stars have burnt out within the sky.
And as the world around you continues to fall apart,
You discover the problem lies within your dying heart.
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