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Pressed in a frame
called life
yet refracted beginnings
cease it ---
the beauty of tomorrow.
Been there
to its depth
and witnessed
each edges,
Those silence
speaks transparently
with my thoughts
yet buried
unto the ground
And my sight
continiously witnessing it:
the running days,
the changing season,
the living tress
rooted in ages
with its falling leaves...
Together in one frame
called...
life!
"Keep on living!"
NakedNote | 110822
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PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
