What?
Life is a dreamA blink of the Eye
A drop of water as a river flows over a waterfall.
Together
As one
The River flows . . .
Eternity!
Alone and falling
Soon we are dead!
The River swallows us . . .
We are Eternal.
What?
Life is a dreamPoetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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