A budding writer's collection

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If life was a sea,

And the ship sailed on the waves,

Rocky and tumultuous, peaceful and serene,

The bird's eye view in the crow's nest

Would be enough to make me believe in magic

If life was a painting,

A canvas that stretched the expanse of known space

The paint that filled its inches,

Colorful streaks of a million hues

The brush bonding the paints on the palette,

Would be enough to make me believe in humanity

If life was a movie,

With a story so rich

As would leave the richest bloke in depths of envy,

The interlude and the ponderance it excites,

And the closure that is unraveled in the climax of it all

Would be enough to put my feet in the shoes,

Ready to face yet another day

If life was a garden,

With fruits to heal and satiate,

Flowers to cure the eyes of its gloom,

Birds flying northward towards a beacon of hope,

Then maybe I'll realize love is as abstract as it's real

But, life is life,

Equal parts tragic and magic,

Flooding with love and devoid of empathy,

Tears of sorrow sometimes fall down in joy

Pain is the sharp end of the knife of love

So, for all the goodness life has to offer,

This timid heart weighs the loss that will follow.