Nothing comes easy
just what is going,
life is so breezy
something new showing.
Always changing
ways new giving,
your life arranging
while you are living.
Days go to night
or falling apart,
lost in their flight
or in your heart.
Making its surprise
into the unknown,
laughter and cries
that life has grown.
Days become night
hours get lost,
love loses flight
into dark is tossed.
Here we all are
making our ways,
peace and life's war
each has its place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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