Our World of Mistranslation....
The world we live in,only translates death
without love....there is no life,
just slow deterioration,as we face
death's dark realization....
Even as we move forward in the light of day
we trudge grudgingly into the dark unknown,
from birth to death,only what happens in-between
which are the building blocks of self,
is all that matters...and what we learn,
allow the light of love be what's learnt
a powerful force,which guides in the darkness...
We live in the light,yet remain in the dark,
sad but true verity of existence...
while in the dark,allow love to brighten the way,
the breath of life...is love,while
the breath of our today is death.....
.......no fear.....
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