And the sun that shines
Does life exist in them?
Life is not what I use to think
Life is when we live
A cock had crowed
One day in my dream
Life is not what I use to think
Life is like a trip.
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She could not sleep
Dad was very grieved
When dad was sick
He could not sleep
Mom was very grieved
Life is not what I used to think
Life is very real.
We always ask ourselves questions every day about life, but the only thing left is to enjoy it and live it to the fullest, think less and live more, a hug ☺
Indeed.
Great poem!
Thank you