Still cling.
It will never,
white or black:
fast you are,
change in
opinion,
mood,
smile,
cried.
The slow death
is for anyone who wants to die,
or let go;
once again,
today as yesterday and tomorrow
cling
to life.
Tags: Brazir , decision , still cling , die , today , Poetry , choice , humor , life
Life is made up of movement
VES to slow
sometimes faster
changes
of infinite shades
if you stop you are dead ...
life called life ...
those who live intensely does live up to those around him if you leave a little involved
Claudia