Life

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the door seemed closed
the air seemed scarce
darkness everywhere
the world- a farce

nothing mattered at all
on the bed i would fold
the head got heavier
and the heart cold

talks won't work
the damage was done
all hopes were gone
set was the sun

but then,something happened
a dream again grew
the world so nice
the sky so blue

as though by magic
the pain disappeared
new thoughts came in
the mind was now clear

great i realised
i could still smile
what's been has gone
then why should i cry

change is life
life is change
just open ur eyes
the sun rises again
-PRANONYMOUS

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