this line was taken from a poem which i couldn' t remember the title...the poet might be Edgar Allan Poe?! of which i am a avid fan but too vague to remember who really wrote it ...:(
when i feel so poetic about life and my existence. i always dwell on writing poetry.... this is what life for me for the days, weeks and even months to come.
life.... is hard, everybody knows that,
is like the flowing water in the streams
yet with the fish swimming in it
there is a biotic environment
so life is not lifeless
life is lifeless
when there is nobody to inspire them,
when people leave without explanations,
when hopes and dreams are shuttered,
when the stops shining,
and the rain never stops falling
there is still life in it
but remains illusive
as hearts stop beating
for hearts has been broken
leaving without a glance
nothing at all!!
life is but an empty dream..lifeless...stillness...somber.
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hi ma'am mzta na junel d i ni?amping always/
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