Life:
Now of days isn't really lively;
Things are more then tough.
A tree seems so beautiful to this, a broken eye.
Almost like the world stops & becomes happy again.
It is a sign everything is okay again.
It is like a sudden halt.
But when everthing starts to commence once more,
It is just a reminder of good.
I think more of them now.
A dream is a splash of joy in my idiotic, imagining head.
It is a blind alley of things wanted but can never have.
Once to wake up again, I dont bear in mind the amazing details of this amusement.
Just slight tid bits of another life.
I think of all of this as a gift. Just like everyday.
It is something I look forward to.
I love this world no matter how hard everything gets.
Things get hard but I love every battle.
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