My chest
Is aflame
With pain
And so, I think,
Existence is suffering,
Yes, it really is
And that’s no lie,
No make believe line
And yet,
The sky is still beautiful,
The white/blue puffy clouds
And the gaps in between,
Ah!
One could
Disappear
Into a sky like that!
One could
Disappear
And never
Come back!
How wondrous
Life is,
How gorgeous,
How fantastic!
Although it’s often painful,
So disappointing
And uninspiring,
It’s phenomena like these,
Along with the accompanying treasures,
That keeps us going
Even in
The teeth of atrocious inner
And/or outer weather.
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