Treasure Island

Laura arwen


The immortality


Immortality is charming
and magical
I believe that
immortality is a
special gift that
only few have
Immortality is rarely
granted because it
is dangerous to abuse
Only some people
are predestinated to
have immortality
For someone immortality
is misery for
someone else is salvation
Immortality is a
sweet and hot secret
Do not mess
with the immortality
of the soul
because it definitely hurts
Immortality is sacred
and majestic
The immortal has
a vast knowledge available
Immortality is like
a wild, joyous,
bright and peaceful light
Immortality is not
a gam
It is not
unnatural to be
immortal
Immortality is illuminated
by myriads of
colored stars
I dream of immortality

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2012

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