Seventeen, seventy, one hundred and ten
These are the sacred numbers of men
Matter not if't they know it to be truth
For each symbolises the stages of youth
Seventeen is your rebel
The ones who fights back
Who shine with immaturity
Like a new zodiac
Seventy is the age of growth
Where life has reached its peak
Your life can finish happily
Closing every leak
One hundred and ten
When you are wise beyond your age
You know what you should not
You are the one uncaged
Humans are immortal
Death is but a portal
To the time of eternal life
A place with perfection rife
Mortals will be reborn
Even though the thought we scorn
It is the cycle of living
The gone who's souls they're giving
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My late-night ramblings of meaningless stuff. This makes sense to me now, but probably won't in the morning. Whoops.
Anyways.
Bye.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Of Scales and Flames
PoesíaA book about one art that is smooth, flowing and beautiful, poetry. Read about prophecies, fairytales, lifestyles, adventures, anything that can be written as poetry.
