One. The first life, the beautiful joy of life, stepping out of the darkness.
Two. The second life, the adolescence, the fruitful pondering and misgiving.
Three. The third life, the young age, the misunderstood age. Of fights.
Of flight. Of justice, and sorrow.
Four. The fourth life. The married life. Of the parent's disapproval, and yet, of their love.
Five. The fifth life. The life, of a child. Of remembrance.
Six. The sixth life. Of the child being sent away. To learn. To love.
Seven. The seventh life. Of the child bearing their own. Of holding an infant.
Eight. The eighth life. Of old age. Of peacefulness, and prosperity.
Nine. The ninth life. Of death. Of fulfilling of purpose.
Of meaning.
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𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 & 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬
PoetryPoetry is a beautiful thing. It can bring out the light in the darkest times. And that is why I started writing this; to cope. It's short, but I hope you guys like it. ❤️
