Life, by 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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