poems

Life

Life

12/8/13

Life doesn’t love you.
Life doesn’t love me.
Life doesn’t care and life doesn’t come free.
Life is an oracle through which you can see.
All that you are and aren’t meant to be.
Life is a tree which grows and then falls.
There is rebirth or nothing at all.

Copyright G.P.Williamson 2013

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