Life
Life is born,
Life grows up,
Life dies,
To be born once again.
I stand here in the shadows,
A mere shadow of the past,
Watching life as it is born,
As it grows,
And as it dies,
Never wondering,
Never questioning how the cycle works.
Once I stood among mortal men,
But no longer,
For I gave my mortal blood away.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Life | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| Children of the Night | 1 | 07/12/2009 |
| Former Glory | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| The things that I love | 2 | 07/12/2009 |
| Dying Love | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| A Child’s Prayer | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| Lonely Child | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| Show No Mercy | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
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