MY POEMS
Monday, December 3, 2012
Who is Left
Death is natural,
Life is given,
But taken easily.
The dangers we face,
The unknown ahead.
We scare easily,
And hide fast.
We fight for cause,
And die for love.
But in the end,
Who is left standing?
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