Life

Life is how you mean it.Transient it be,It is made figmentBy stirring soulful ideas. It is fomented by passion untold,Deeply felt and cared for. To generate love is man’s choice;Man’s choice thus to behold world. Desperate we go not,To behold but our heartOf all good visionTo create all beauty. Copyright: Welkin Siskin

Life

Life relents and life relents.It needs no one; it needs fans. Life enduresFor sure. Life makes a song And gives a dong. Life owns dreamsAnd it screamsLife seeks a touchAnd the torch. Let it be these waysIt makes roads, it sways. Play it welllet it like winds swell. Copyright: Welkin Siskin

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