There's a line between life and death,
With every living thing shall met.
For you, who were given a life,
Then shall taken away by light.
The minute, we gain life and breath,
We're bound to discern and meet death.
Now, with every life that we've gain,
Death, awaits within it's pain.
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I'm back into it again after a long long time and I'm giving my gratitude to DhrsJeon in working with this poem together with me :^) Thank youuuu!
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ŞiirWords and lies, Told in a poetry, Buried inside, the heart ㅡ Of yours truly. Highest rank in POETRY: #58 - 09/13/2017 #62 - 09/12/2017 #66 - 09/10/2017
