Sometimes life is a fleeting river,
Which brings you on the bank,
Sometimes life is a travel leader,
Who shows you the garden,
Big, colour and rank.
Black and white and sometimes colour,
That our way to live,
The petals fall and the flower
fights for live and can survive.
What is life?
Is it a gift or cross?
We were born to fight or
We were born to grow.
And our goal is to climb on the mountain
Or to go with the stream,
We must go forward and obtain
Or just think and think and dream?
That is your decision how to live
To lay on the bed or to do something extreme,
To dream or to realize,
You can regret that now you’re a little size.
To dream or realize?
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2014
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