Creations Battle Many

by Teria   Mar 25, 2009


Perhaps I mingled so-so,
fidgeted a bit too much.
Maybe I lost you somewhere,
between long distance phone calls
and not once a simple touch.

Creations battle many,
fighting for dear life.
So why does that mean living,
when we're living just to die?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Spirit

    Everybody dies there is no mystery about that part of life. But it's not about how long you are alive, it's about what you do while you're alive. You only remember one life at a time so make the best of it while you can.

    Great joe on the poem it was really good.
    G

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