darlinglemon
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At some point every bird has to fly, some day every rose has to die.
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Post by darlinglemon on Apr 3, 2010 16:35:18 GMT -5
Whilst reflecting on my life profoundly,
I glance upward, and focus on the moon.
Where children sleep quietly, and soundly-
And I know that I too, will rest there soon.
I wonder about the gold, shining, sun
Does it burn us down, inhabit our life?
And the stars of the night sky, every one,
Do they show death caused by a bloody knife?
I feel concern towards the sky above,
Is it a deep ocean to drown us in?
Do the clouds mock our tears for those we love?
Where does human life end, and death begin?
Tell me God, please, I certainly must know,
Why does life go so fast, but death so slow?
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