Life
is a purpose,
a breath, really.
Must we live it?
Must we exist--
Must we breathe--
Culture
is a world,
a civilization, then?
Must we destroy it?
Must we conquer--
Must we break--
Nature
is a world,
a creation, then?
Must we confine it?
Must we expand--
Must we build--
Love
is a world,
a dream, then?
Must we define it?
Must we hate--
Must we doubt--
[Yes, I really think we must.]
Life
has a purpose,
then?
A contest entry
- Do you understand ... by EvilKate.
1400 points, ended November 7, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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I apologise profoundly for the delay in judging. I had some serious health issues to deal with and, for reparation I will be sending each participant some points by way of sincere apology. Thank you for your entry.



