Death is not too high a price to pay for having lived. Mountains never die, nor do the seas or rocks or endless sky. Through countless centuries of time, they stay eternal, deathless. Yet they never live! If choice were there, I would not hesitate to choose mortality. Whatever Fate demanded in return for life I’d give, for never to have seen the fertile plains or heard the winds or felt the warm sun on sands beneath a salty sea, nor felt the soft kiss of the one I love – without these, all the seemingly gains of timelessness would not be worth a day of living; come what may
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Sleepless Night
PoetryA number of random pieces that I've written at random times all tied together with a similar theme, sickness, sadness, and sleeplessness.
