Life is....
Unfolds
As a creeper,
Moves up and along.
This world
You and I
Feeling
Or none of it,
Growth
Or nothing significant.
We're
Or no more,
Pensive
As we store.
The first sunrays
Full of promise,
The last arrived
Before we......
What they all meant.
Life is....
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