The dirge of live-Theme of love.

Water is as deep

As its bottom is

Flowing in its lap

Its strength is the softness

The hardest of rocks it’ll clip

Yet its the gentles

A river will dip

As far as its water flows

To be ugly is to be beautiful

Everybody will notice

A longing is not full

If in have it culminates

In a dream to be in hill

Us better than in a wish to arise

The prison of love

Is like a letter to a beast

To know in your wake

That found is happiness

Is to reach the end of a useless hike

When rest is as peace

To understand your freedom break

How stale to say bye lass

Farewell hope

Am glad you never were.

Poet:Mary.

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