The Curtain Falls Part 1
It just could be the
Most pure thing of all,
Unsettled in the sky
It waits yet to fall.
The essence of life,
An angle of death,
An infant screaming
Takes its first breath.
Merged and falls down
Together as if to say,
“Not everything depends on
How much you work, but play.
And love, and praise for
All those good days,
Living life to its fullest
In all its possible ways.”
Patiently hoping and
Waiting I shall stand,
With one single open
Outstretched hand.
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