Life is a sort of flavors!
Sometimes tastes so sweet,
some others it is just that salt.
Life is a sort of stories!
Sometimes she is the beauty,
other days she is the beast.
Life is a sort of colors!
Sometimes the moon light,
some others turns to an eclipse.
Life is a sort of seasons,
Sometimes warm as the spring,
suddenly freezing and cold just like the winter.
Life is a sort of lenses,
Sometimes the clear vision,
in others turns to blurry.
Life is a like person.
Sometimes it is a friend,
others might turns to a total stranger.
Whatever life is!
Whatever comes between!
It is always one of the two.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
Life is a sort of flavors!
Sometimes tastes so sweet,
some others it is just that salt.
Life is a sort of stories!
Sometimes she is the beauty,
other days she is the beast.
Life is a sort of colors!
Sometimes the moon light,
some others turns to an eclipse.
Life is a sort of seasons,
Sometimes warm as the spring,
suddenly freezing and cold just like the winter.
Life is a sort of lenses,
Sometimes the clear vision,
in others turns to blurry.
Life is a like person.
Sometimes it is a friend,
others might turns to a total stranger.
Whatever life is!
Whatever comes between!
It is always one of the two.
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