Infinite
Count all the smiles of children
And listen to their heartbeat
Describe their hope in numbers
You'll find out that it's infinite
In life, we all face sorrow
A sadness that never ends
But more countless than our problems
Are our cherished family and friends
Although our days are numbered
We know not our dying date
Until then, just keep living
And leave the thinking up to fate
Paint every velvet twilight
Paint every hopeful dawn
The days will keep on coming
They will go on and on
Look not at the endless cycle
Of pain and death and strife
Instead, gaze into tomorrow
And celebrate the gift of life
Until the final second
Let no one break your peace
Face Death with no regrets
Only infinite memories
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How They Loved
PoesíaI have never loved. I think I never will. But to understand it, I need to write about it. Like a detached astronaut on the moon observing the earth, the following pieces are my attempts to represent love in words through my observations of the exper...
