Philosophy
the philosophy
is a sad eld lady
sans colors on the face...
only comments of morbidity
and pain... that's all,
and still insists...
of wonderful things
and bliss, it's useless
says nothing, just silences...
of the magnificence
of love, only life
is the one who proves it...!
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