by Unknown
Feb 2013 287 Views 2 comments
Life journey
First breathe,
the begining
of death,
As the world
turns,
everyday a
child is born..
Survival becomes
a journey
sometimes slow
and steady
sometime rough
and messy
torture
awaits little effort,
in the world of fantasy
some seek comfort,
only the strong survive..
the begining
of death,
As the world
turns,
everyday a
child is born..
Survival becomes
a journey
sometimes slow
and steady
sometime rough
and messy
torture
awaits little effort,
in the world of fantasy
some seek comfort,
only the strong survive..
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2013
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Comments (2)
turns,
everyday a
child is born..
Survival becomes
a journey
sometimes slow
and steady.....sometimes rough and messy!!! Loves these lines, very real. Thanks 4 sharing
Bigdauda