Life, by Irena Ellis Subscribe to rss feed for Irena Ellis

Life is its own
It comes and goes,
So treat it like treasure 
For life is in you, and
Were it not so,
You would not be;

Exist you would not,
And how dreadfully 
Awful it would be,
Not to Be;
Yea, how incomprehensible
This is to me;

But all is well,
For you and I truly Are
So be glad of heart 
And greatly rejoice,
That life and you
Are not apart.  

Posted: 2011-11-08 15:35:01 UTC

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