Death seems to be easier than live, My love.
Death seems to be easier than live;
Until the life is ours, Only ourself -
And not the reason for others life-
To live.
Tears seems to be easier than laugh, My love.
Tears seems to be easier than laugh;
Until the tears is ours, Only ourself -
And not for the one who taught you laugh-
In tears.
Pain seems to be easier than peace, My love.
Pain seems to be easier than peace;
Until the pain is ours, Only ourself -
And not to watch the one who gave you peace-
In pain.
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Tale In Verse
PoetryLife is a mixture of varients of emotions and situations, just like the colours. Creating stories. The different emotions and stories are recited in verses as they get hold on to the rope of hope, trust, love, understanding and confidence, thry turn...
