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A peom about life...

Submitted: February 15, 2008

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Submitted: February 15, 2008



Through the breathe of tragedy,
Comes the celebration of life,
In every happiness,
A moment of strife
From every recovery,
Once was pain,
A soul falls asleep,
And wakes up again
To get what you want,
There is sacrifice,
When breakfast’s bread,
Turns to dinner’s rice
Even when the children play,
Before was life so plain,
Even through it is a sunny day,
Does not mean it won’t rain
In every best kept secret,
Is a moral to share,
When the passing by ship,
Finally sees the flare
Even in acceptance,
There is a part still sad
Every person half and half
Part good, part bad
Through discovery
Mystery is once again born
Why should a mystic creature
Be called a unicorn?

Without the perfect light,
Dark could not exist,
Like a agile street fighter,
Without his balled-up fist
With dreams not close enough,
The sleepwalker is born,
A perfect smile carved,
On a face once so forlorn
Down the road of life,
Where your plane lands,
They say it’s written in the stars,
Though its really in your hands

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