A Living Being's Best Trait Poem by Pedro Cescon

A Living Being's Best Trait



I'm lighthouse shining,
I'm a dead firefly,
I'm a whale in the ocean,
A virus in suspension,

I'm black...
White...
Yellow...
Red...
Blue...

I'm bounded,
I'm free,
I'm empty,
I'm full,

I can talk,
I can't talk,
I can kill,
I can feel,

I wonder,
I wander,
I'm under,
I'm thunder,

And so are we all, living beings,
And in the end, all vanishes,
Our labels, names, titles and feelings,
No more love, hate, attention or misleads,

But there is more to us than meets the eye,
Under this blue, huge and comfortable sky,
We'll, indeed and all, irreversibly die,
But each part of our existence quite sly,
Will set apart, and become the one supply,
For the grass, the shark, the dragon, the fly,
Now I can finally tell about our best trait, why,
The life given to us, will definitely spry,
Into the beings where a stream of life lie

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