Author: buorin PM
The beauty of life becomes the power for one's courage.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 257 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-01-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2445265
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where people neglect and search,
flying, dancing, swirling by my side;
exists the smell
of flowers of spring in which human dwell;
exists the grass
in which wind blows among the mass.
seems so foul yet so fair.
your line I borrow, you share.
from its core fills with desire.
together combine into an undeniable rudiment:
Yes the spell of life no one can foretell.
It traps human moments
into an unlimited well:
full with memories no longer last;
where life can starts anew with pleasant;
can pleasant life be so sure?
Among the ambiguity of life
There exists trials human must strife:
who can possibly with me share?
here when one cannot feel bliss;
the type of feelings easily encountered;
devil that shatters what life has built;
can I find my answers on this globe?
Now with a deep breath
Let me the trials I shed.
My whole body facing against the pull of earth
Let it freely to its content search:
glowing against beautiful sunrise;
feels the breeze while it still can;
withstanding the gravity it cannot beat;
yearns the water it cannot sip;
tries smelling the air that is so close;
cannot disregard the sound adhere.
no matter what results in struggles.
From struggles I can gain fortitude,
to free myself from life's solitude.