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Each life creates its own eternity. Living a life worth remembering is the first step. By Poet


We were sick and tired of the rife.
This harsh planet is fled to fend for itself.
But wait! We recognize another life.
We shall sway the earth but not strife.

We wobble much like a dying star.
Our souls go deep to the surface.
Our minds bide a dull fluid at night scar.
Like a liquid over an etheric furnace.

I long for days filled with hearty praising.
The ley, trees, and beck were once one.
Consistently, earth heeds to be reeling.
It's rung by a halo of a bold cosmic sun.

The tone of whim and the vivid reaction.
A ripe one might not exist anymore.
I can glide wherever, lacking inhibition.
I'm unfit to rate the topics I've got before.

All we are is drowsiness and apathy.
As we rise in the womb, our Souls grow.
Not void, but souls unveil God's mystery.
We emerge not naked but with fate's glow

We are to cite birth, life, and death.
Bounties beset us when we are young!
Loss shapes creep on the kid as growth.
Youth can note the light and find clung.

We shall die, but be unalive.
What does this mean to us?
A lender can be unused to contrive
It's the fruit of one else's cuts.

The soul cannot last long in the body.
Earth life has a whiny brat on the soul.
Only life can advise people to die godly.
Humans need eternal faith to be cool.

3Rd Place Contest Winner

Written: April 19

If I Were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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