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The Gift of Life

Why do I live
simply to pass?
Why do I rejoice
To one day fall silent?
Maybe I'm immortal
But the individual is not.
I swallow my life
to pass it on
I join humanity's bulb
to carry on the tradition
of vitality, of love
So our world, however small
thunders with our cries
yet our cheers
our rage
yet our ecstasy
our death
yet our rebirth.



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laurengerhardThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 10:30 pm:
Your wording and enjambment are beautiful. I like the way you write.
 
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transparantspirit434 said...
yesterday at 11:22 pm:
This is beautiful. I love it.
 
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