Is she a complex riddle,
or a sweet mystery?
Unfolds herself every second,
to leave behind her traces,
Or tangle strands even more
and shows her various faces!
Plays little pranks,
and hides like a child,
Then wipe the tears,
with her magical smile!
In Wind, In Cloud, In Bird,
In River, In Tree, In Bud,
In Love, In Smile, In Tear,
She chuckles everywhere!
She is an enigma,
and her name is Life!!!
hey poem is nice..but wats wid the new name??
ReplyDelete@rt - thinking about this for quite some time. Now have much more freedom to write, no? :)
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