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Ok I just finished this poem. I hope ya'll like it.
Life Life is a small word with a whole lot of meaning Life can be who you are and life can be what you live. It makes no sence but can be compleate at the same time. It can be easy and hard. What is life really about? Is it about cars, Money, family or friends?? Or is it the heart that beats inside you or the brain that makes you think? Is it the eyes with which you see or the ears in which you hear? Is it the hand that can touch or the body that can be touched? Is it the mouth in which you taste or the nose in which you smell? Or is life the soul in which you feel hurt, love, hatred, anger, happiness and saddness all gammed into one? What is lifes true meaning? Why are we truely here? What is life? |
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you write really good poems, thanx for shareing
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