Life is beautiful,
when you think a thorn has passed,
it pierced again.
When you see beautiful colours but fades little by little.
Life is indeed beautiful
when you remember the wonderful memories
but the sad ones keeps ruining it.
Life is beautiful
when no one knows what you are going through,
you only suffer and to others you are overrating,
No bad thing has ever come your way.
Life is beautiful
when you think you are the victim but to others you are the villain.
Life is beautiful.
Life is beautiful
when you look into the water
And you see your reflection
but when you look into your eyes
You see water.
When you look at the sky,
You see the cloud about to rain
but when you look back at your eyes,
You see your eyes already raining.
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May's Art and poems
Ficción GeneralThis is my arts,drawn and painted by me along with some poems I wrote.
