Life
Life is like a smoke,
you don't know
where it is going,
it always dissapears slowly.
Life is like the wind,
you can spend
all your life chasing things,
without even getting it.
Life is like the sun,
it always shine bright
to those with open minds.
Life is like a book,
it has a begginning and an end,
and it is not always a fairytale.
But after all is said and done,
life is the most expensive thing their is,
for without it,
nothing else matters.
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