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A rythm of life
by William TeoA rythm of life, for dreams to fly,
my eyes to see, where my journey to be.
Branishing my staff, with a bitter laugh,
I sheathed my blade, and cursed my fate.
The rythm of life, a pain in my eyes,
the world in strifes, and my heart to die.
Scattering ashes, mortals clashes,
the world in strifes, the world so blind. 08/25/2002 Posted on 08/25/2002
Copyright © 2024 William Teo
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 01/13/03 at 03:55 PM Well, the process of life cant be separated from the process of death. Its upon us as to how to treat it. Its always the process of death as the world IS, today. The mortal blind world of clashes and strifes. Nice piece. I liked it. |
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