What beauty is there is life,
When none is found in death.
What joy is brought from a rose,
When you never felt its thorn.
What warmth is there in a kiss,
When you've never been alone.
What meaning does anything have,
When you’ve never felt it’s pain.
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Written September 11th, 2005
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this poem is really good,i like the ryhme in "what"
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cool
this is a great indepth write. just as good goes with evil, joy can't be felt with out sorrow.
everything has it's counter part, and noe can survive with out the other
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Great work! Straight and to the point. It also flows very well. Keep it up and don't let your talent die, for we would all miss out on your wonderful talent
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Awesome work, I love the rythm to this piece. hope to see more work like this.
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wow. I really like this. Its great! Short and tp the point! I just enjoy how you wrote it. It all makes perfect sense!
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Yes, we can only know real joy if we've first known real sorrow. Without the pain in life we would vegetate. You have captured this theme remarkably well in such a concise way in this poem.
Robert Davidson. -
Great Piece
So true and thank you for visiting my page.
I don't know if you got to see the picture.
You have some questions that I am working on answering.
It maybe horrific in format but that is how I write.
Great piece here..
DIJTB
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