Life is Beautiful

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    Life is Beautiful

     Do you see what I see?
    Precious child, precious thing,
    Do you see what I see?
    Wrinkled eyes, precious thing,

    Life is not the same.
    Death, destruction,
    Life is not the same.
    Breathing is intoxicating.

    Carrion Crow fly low.
    Seize me up,
    Carrion Crow fly low.
    Take me home.

    That's not the end.
    Can't be the end.
    That's not the end.
    Can't be the end.

    Am I stumbling?
    Over words,
    Am I stumbling?
    Falling down.

    Life is long.
    Gotta live it,
    Life is so long.
    Gotta love it.

    Roll with the punches.
    Let shit happen,
    Roll with the punches.
    Don't let life stop you.

    Don't stop living.
    There is an ending,
    Don't stop living.
    Life is beautiful.

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    dahlusion commented on Life is Beautiful

    09-15-2010

    "Don't stop living. Life is beautiful."—to hear this from a teenager is simply a blessing, a universal blessing. Great Poem!! Bravo!! Peace and Light, dah
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    poetheart87 commented on Life is Beautiful

    09-09-2010

    Your words are wonderful and true. This was truly a wonderful write, keep on writing.
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    kdarcy commented on Life is Beautiful

    08-11-2010

    Liked it, pull yourself up, remember what you give and whats given you. Be well, nice write
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    BikemanRJ commented on Life is Beautiful

    08-06-2010

    As we know it does come to a end. Enjoyed reading this it is a positive and motivational piece. GOD BLESS. Randy
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    BikemanRJ commented on Life is Beautiful

    08-06-2010

    Young or old life is precious don't let it get you down. Enjoy it as much as you can because as you stated this life as we. K
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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