LIFE
Which has been the grave of the
brave?
brave?
And the tomb of their wisdom,
Is also the yard of its virtue
For both honour and horror.
LIFE
Walking in the shadow of nature,
Flying on the wings of time,
Riding the horse of darkness to
light,
light,
Gives nothing than void adventure
in time.
in time.
LIFE
Has no peace pill,
Even that in the nostrils,
Like a baby that depends on breast
milk,
milk,
It is been fed with breath still.
LIFE
Is a pal to death
Precious than diamond and pearls.
It visits death for a rest
And it awaits every life.
written
by Marvelous Bello
by Marvelous Bello
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