Life would be like…a garden, but without flowers
Like a day, without light…
Life would be like….an ocean, but without the fish
Like a promising future, without a past…
Life would be like… a prison, but without a crime
Like a bird, without his wings..
Life would be like … being born today and dying tomorrow;
Like a wholesome loneliness to all of us..
This poem was originally written by me in Portuguese years ago.
Maybe someday I will post the Portuguese version of it.
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