Life
Life exits through a vein.
Which enters into brain.
Then elation.
This lasts naught now flows change.
Yet this is not necessarily the end.
If it is strong it will last.
Leaving it in the past.
Forming verse, and sonnet.
It dances on, or ends.
Although leaving lines of change.
Which deeply engraves on your brain.
This mark which it leaves may only last in memory.
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