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Life from another perspective
I wrote to you in pages
On what life means
In leaves I elaborate these
Answers to kneel to its beliefs
I commence my lines
With bitter ink
Word by word slowly it begins
"To thou I shall seek beauty"
"To thine ancestors you shall beseech"
Life is a contraption of what coexistence means,
One's can term it ephemeral,
But for your information, life has no gender,
People are fond to portrayed it as a woman
who is
Liveried with a mixture of reality and fiction, bowed to every event to picture
An unclear pose, to tell its masses
That she is reclining for the rest of her existence
To be more persistent.
In fact life is beautiful,
just like a rose from
A garden, whereas its gardener never forgets to water it once a while.
But when he forgets, it becomes ugly just like ivy oaks
Poisoned in every aspect, it withers and pokes
It leans
to be deformed and twisted, thus it becomes unappealing to people's eyes with no miens
I shall reveal to you the line that differs
Between internal and external life
The internal life's inner is crumbling
Between not having a gist before it reaches its climax and the urge of dealing with reality
Though the external life is not responsive to any kind of entity, it is so peaceful
That no one would ever think to escape
People should refer to it when they talk about peace
in their discourses and praise on
How beautiful and peaceful it is
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