Life ends in one home, and life begins in another
Love appears to charge us, only to slip away and leave us battered.
Yet we choose to love again, every time
We rise from the ashes, only to once again crush and burn.
The Beauty lies in rising again after every fall.
Like sponges, we feel and absorb every liquid life has to throw at us.
Sometimes it's cold, sometimes it burns..
We still choose feeling emotion.
We keep it moving even when life says we must kneel.
Some days we smile and some days we want to cry
Seasons come, and seasons and seasons go, others choose to linger on for more than their intended stay.
It always comes to pass.
At times, we stand still, holding on to dead dreams, hoping for the glory of the once dream.
The dream just refuses to die.
It should never die.
Understand that life is cyclical.
No moment lasts forever
©mayalinah
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