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The circle of life. Is a wondrous thing. Up close it's flawed. From afar, a perfect ring. The details are different. The outcomes the same. Enjoy the ride. Be glad you came. You remain unique.
The Old Man. The Young Man. Years apart, And their life's span. The Old Man has white hair The Young has brown The Old acting finely The Young acting like a clown.
January brings a new year to flight, as the big clock strikes exactly mid-night. Februrary holds candy and love all day, And not to forget, my special birthday.
You scream like an autumn dawn, A crowd of red, yellow, orange, brown, Baying towards an ever dying sun, Trying to hold on to the hem of The last days of summers lie, When all belongs to carefree...
Starting as just a spark and wood, A chemical reaction well understood, Growing to a little orange flame, No world to concur, nothing to blame, The fire grows, licking around the fuel, A passionate...
Can catch it from the shadows,. Can catch it from the air,. Can catch it from a silver strand of some old lady's hair,. Can catch it just from breathing,. Can catch it with one breath,.
Once upon a time,. There was a cry. The cry of a baby. Laid on the crib. There was a party. to celebrate his birth. Five years later,. There was a cry. The cry of a child. Who fell to the ground.
I'm running through the seasons, Summer, Winter, Spring, Shortly flit through Autumn, Such change the seasons bring.
I'm brand-new. Just out of the box. I can come with a small toy. Or the picture of a fox. You wear me. With or without socks. I am very sturdy. One who won't mock. I protect your toes.
He is the first light at the end of a tunnel, He is the first tree, He is the first glint of dappled sunlight, He is the first bee buzzing merrily, He is the first dotted, crumpled leaf, He is the...
#augustwriteaday In country gardens The people take it slow, They tend their lonely acres And don't put on a show.
The sun trod a path through the woods, As the wind whistled in the trees, The clouds floated lazily, And the flowers danced with the bees.
#household @Timmsyy Upon broken old shelves The books lay lifeless No ones read them in years These books crusted with age here And it seems no one would even look Upon the old tales and stories...
There’s nothing certain but death. Nor beyond nor before. We are born and live to die. Death the only gift of life. We fret; make noise, shout and cry. We skid from hills to valley and back.
(inspired by Not Old Anymore. @rayleen43) Beauty grows from the core, As a tree develops its branches. Sound living, drawing the sap of life, Reaching out, strengthening advances.
Remember those times when you were little and you wished you were a grown up. I can remember how I would fantasize about all the cool adult things I would get to do. I regret that everyday.
Lie down and listen to your darling heart: The fat beats of life, Are they further apart. Geometry of blood In veined, vital wrist Does patterned pulse Ever so slightly desist.
In my next life i want to live it backwards.You start out dead and get that out the way.Then you wake up in an old peoples home feeling better every day.You get kicked out for being too healthy.Go...
#household Allotropes of carbon, A thousand different moulds, Each one of us a story. Nine months 'til we're told, Then we learn and we stumble Not only as infants Into a world So new and...
Do you ever think about what happens when we die. Do we go above to that perfect haven in the sky. Or is living just a cycle, vicious in its ways. Nothing to look forward to, when we live out our...
It starts with a sperm. Swimming through your tubes. Can be kinda messy. When it sticks to your pubes. But you know you wanna do it. There's a reason why. You wanna get pregnant.
I was having a very pleasant time,. When something strange came from the sky,. Which was ,in fact, a butterfly,. It came with the wind blowing left and right,. It really was quite a beautiful sight,.
An ode...to you. A butterfly emerges With a bright light blinding It's magical feat to see. The ground doesn't tremble And the butterfly doesn't need Any proclamation or others of the creed.
Emerge from the chrysalis, body brand new. Discover a dazzling world to view. Unfurling wings that, til now, never flew, You flitter on breezes through skies soft and blue.