Passion Of Life - Poem by Linx troy
The Sun is burning rusty dandelion leaves
And layer by layer of earth stripped off
By storms that comes one by one without end.
Poison ivy is untouched and booming, greening and stronger.
The season cycling never destroy those
who is so ugly and who is so hurting,
who is ignored, disgusted
And attempted to be removed.
The meaning of their lives is alive
Love is hurting and makes life so brittle.
The beloved is the behated.
Love is fantasy of emotion
And a dream of a paradise trip.
A dream is never ever a fever.
It can end at beginning.
It can last for minutes.
Let us surrender to our fates,
Breaking all promises,
Betraying the beloved,
Forgiving the behated,
Watching burning frosts
And flooding cities and towns,
Listening to earthquake
And volcano erupting.
We end in endless emotions.
We survive with ending emotions.
There will be time to dare love again,
Time to turn back or end.
We disturb world or is disturbed.
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