Life, just a golden stream,
Doth intertwine reality and dream.
Sunshine dance, 'Joie De Vivre'
The proud strut of chanticleer!
Let me tell you about
A time of yore when dreams died out!
When love fled, sadness remained
Sans whimper, sans bang.
A rose that blooms-
The smell of earth;
The moment of enchantment
When a mother gives birth!
In my soul to havoc wreak!
The dark knowledge of abyss peek!
O, the angst! The futility!
How fragile this grip on mortality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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