Our mind can feel everything
If we can feel the beauty of roses once
It can make some meaningful words
Even can create a few metaphors of a poem
We write all through our life
it can be grown as words of war
even can be born as a piece of peace
or can be grown both,
war and peace
It can be made a pain or gain
or it can be seemed as a stream
that can bring a grain of sand.
Life can make a song
It can be made a song of joy
Sometimes it may be a coy
Even it can make a rhythmic tone
that can't always be a romantic one.
Life can find the love
or can gather a loss
Sometimes it can earn the both.
Life can be moved long like a novel
Even life can be too short or tragic
As the life of a poet.
Life looks like a novel
It's growing as well
with both lost and found
Of so many stir of dreams
Our mind is an endless paper
feelings are as ink
times are as the pen
everybody is a novelist
begins writing when he's born
and finishes before his death
Life is a learning
a continuous earning.
Of wisdom
Of experiences.
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