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We are born into a cycle. Not many can see this. And some like me can. Here a poem of how I see it.

Submitted:Oct 13, 2012    Reads: 39    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

Beauty is born to tragedy
how shadows dance in the gloom of this darkness
Love is reborn from the ashes
from those which had fallen unnoticed upon this world
lightly does no stone mark their enternal sleep
We live here in a place where fate is sadness
yet design for happiness in the end
how fast shall we choose our fate
do we call upon the false god name
born to die
die to be born
we know of no other cycle to live but this
and so here we're trapped
our choices to make
and the after-math of this.


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