The Land of Failed Poets

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Sometimes

 

Sometimes, life is a man asleep on his dusty rage,
Sometimes, death is a woman guarded by her own shadow.
Sometimes, life is a mirror that mirrors a mirror
Sometimes, death is a window that nobody sees.

 

Sometimes, life is a dream that puts you to sleep.
Sometimes, death is a tear that nobody weeps.
Sometimes, life is a promise that nobody keeps.
Sometimes, death is the cold air that you fear to breath.

 

Sometimes, life is a nun on a one night stand.
Sometimes, death is a guard on solitary confinement.
Sometimes, life is a spoon you cannot bend.
Sometimes, death is a lawyer that you cannot rent.

 

Sometimes, life is beautiful like a baby's tears.
Sometimes, death is the kindest side of fear.
Sometimes, life is a lonely cry that nobody hears.
Sometimes, death is a sigh that falls on deaf ears.

Sometimes, life is death and death is life.


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