Life to me
Is a part of joy
A part of sorrow
A part to depart
And a part to meet.
Growing from young to old
Through the day and at night
As the clock ticks
Becoming weaker with time.
Our first was a cry
And our last makes others cry
Passing through our works of achievements
As we pass through life.
Acquiring knowledge from those who have
Just to leave it behind
Marrying the one we love
Till death do us apart.
A new life is created
Another is gone
Life gives profit
Death brings loss.
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Wet poetry
PoetryPoetries of love, Romance, Depression, life, joy, hatred, anger, death...all in one. Words on paper that struck my heart with emotions... allowing tears to drop...like rain from above... making my cheeks soak from tears...with an inevited need...
