Cycle
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when we are born we cry
while those about us laugh
but when we die we laugh
while those about us cry
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Please tell me what you think
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yes this is so true. Amera, I am anxious tostart laughing again. Perhaps I will have a few more laughs in this life left.
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Yes so true i like it. Stay sweet
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Amera, I came by to read some of your other work, but, mainly to thank you for posting your poem in my contest, Breast Cancer Awareness, I truly do appreciate it. I wanted to let you know how much it means to me, personally, for you to have entered my contest, and to make that statement away from the contest. I will be leaving an impartial, brief, comment there on that poem, but it will be only a boilerplate remark. I will try to leave something more considered later. So anyway I went looking for another poem of yours, a bit daunting, so many impressive poems. But here I am at this poem, " Cycle” and find myself pondering at its beauty, the elegance of simplicity held in these, few, profound lines of life and death. Such certainty and expectation contained so tightly here, one cannot but stop and wonder at its truth. The joy mingles with sorrow depending on perspective. May all your perspectives continue to be so brilliant.
Blessings and best wishes,
~richard
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wow short and sweet and full of meaning
amazing piece I couldn't have written something this good if I tried
great job -
Wow
i never thought about it that way,
deep and meaningful as always!
wonderful job here
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