What a beautiful thing life is by supernovy, literature
Literature
What a beautiful thing life is
What a beautiful thing life is.
It's like a desolate moon in the sky,
always shining, but easily hidden by dust and clouds.
It's like a sailboat rolling in the open sea,
moving up and down in tone with nature.
It's like an owl singing in the night,
the dark forest graced with the sound,
but the source remaining invisible to the eyes of the witness.
It's like a bomb exploding in midair,
the sound so deafening and monumental,
that time ultimately stop as the fragments rain down into the pools of life,
causing ripples to scatter relentlessly across the flow.
What a beautiful thing life is.
It's like the everlasting blue sky,
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I live floating in a silvery creek, being eternally caressed by silk and nourished by peace. Of course, as there always will be, there are figures screaming from the shore, tempting anger, sadness, depression.
The feeling of complete balance and self-worth is too invigorating to destroy by listening to the crows. I do not stand. It's not worth it. And so I remain in bliss and follow the path away from the raid.
That is my way.