life is not a whisper
it is to be loud, to be free
to be careless, to have silly worries
life is to get out of bed in the morning
no matter the time, the method,
but to rise from slumber,
to open one's eyes and be present.
life is to speak,
to listen
to feel
life never stops,
never ceases to throw things your way
or be quiet, or boring.
life is to be cherished,
as we walk a slow waltz to our end.
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29AM (revive)
Poetryall my poetry has ceased to exist. from my mind, and from this silly website, so here I go again.
