A Poem
Life swings
Like a pendulam
of an old clock
on the wall,
Between joy
and sorrow,
Success and
Failure,
Love and
Hatred,
Finally loses
its breath
to face death,
The clock on
the wall is
wound up again,
So that it can
Swing once again.
Beautiful❤
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