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Life
Life;
a hope with no faith,
a metaphysika tale.
It’s a rain falling on a particular roof;
it’s the storm at the desert;
it’s that hefty night mares
that could take away tommorow.
It’s a promise devoured;
a crushed inner pains undercovers.
It’s the hope of the morning
and the tears in the dream.
It’s that child with no mother.
It’s that fly in the grave;
it’s that tears that wears;
it’s that depressed being,
it’s that man from the antiques
on his kneels for a little breathe.