Once, I had tried to explain the reason behind this fleeting life.
I spent my time contemplating all night,
But as I brought my hand to touch the pureness of the sky,
I knew that there would be more if I speak about the mysteries tonight.

Once, I had tried to find the balance of joy and sorrows,
Between the tongue of pen and the skin of paper and follow—
The shadow of the faces in the mirror.
On the plainness of the sheet, appears a reflection of my complexion. 

Once in my dream, I tried to walk like I owned the transitions.
What happened was the occurrence of more impossible missions—
Flying submarines that are vividly untrue.
I woke up giving up but later fighting what's due.

Once in my life, I dreamt of red roses fencing around my cabin.
But life in the woods was never easy unless I am to imagine.
Still, I carved into the pallid tree that life is fleeting.
In serenity, I wished that may my end comes before the innocent tree.

#Life
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