What is life?
I ask myself,
Why such a light,
When it only fades in the end?
The sun may go up,
But eventually,
It too will go down,
Sometimes I wish,
That life was simple,
But I know it's not.
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Anthology: My True colors and just Life
ПоэзияThese porms express what I experience or I am inspired to write them. It all depends on the day. If you don't want to read them, then don't. I won't blame you for not liking them.
