Half full or half empty?



​Some people wait for the sun.
​Some for the moon.
​I waited only for you.
​To fill the land with your beauty.
​Until our life ended.
​One day, wrapped in
evening ​mist, it ended.
​All creatures that live,
​in the end die.
​Sometimes with no one there.
​But the world was
always ours (to the end).

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