I am quiet;
I am soft;
I am endless as the night.
I am bitter;
I am sweet;
I am more and less than fright.
I am quick;
I am fleeting;
Warm as death and cold as knives.
I am burning;
I am freezing;
In this cycle we call life.
Life is quiet;
Life is endless;
Life is bitter;
Life is sweet.
Life is quick and
Life is fleeting;
Life is all I want and need.
Stars are stars,
The ocean, water;
Fish are fish
Beneath the sea.
Birds are birds,
Their wings are fleeting;
Feathers high
As are my dreams.
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Forgetting Sylva
Teen FictionSylva lives her life in constant fear of death: not her own fear, but that of the people around her. Frail and afflicted with a variety of different illnesses, she spends most of her time in bed at home, majority of it with her best friend, Marcus...
