Life is a mirror
attracting the imperfect or perfect
in unlikely moments
in an aching heart.
Life is instants prejudiced,
Dantesque, buffoonish
in broken souls
at the foot of human indifference.
The daily routine of the days
is transfigured in incessant storms
lacerating remembrances
that eat away the sharpness in thoughts.
Life is ephemeral, cruel,
overwhelming the souls that overflow
overflowing with painful feelings.
Life is a mirror of souls,
some cry sorrows
some mourn other people's dishonesties
some mourn remembrances in loves
some mourn for the primors of their wombs
some weep ferrets bad stretches in life
some mourn unreal imperfections
some cry in front of a mirror
wanting to overwhelm one's own life.
Oh, life! life is sometimes silent.
No one listens to the heartbeat of another human being
who suffers from anxieties or turns in brokenness.
Life is insensitive in humans
Life is moments of joy and despair.
Life is thorns and roses
Life is a wealth of emotions.
Life is waterfalls emerging without warning
Life is clinging to God
when the days are raining lightning
ending everything in its path in fire and ashes.
Life is a forest of roses for God.
Life is thorns with crosses
that we must overcome along the way.
Life is gall detoxifying
the tanned filth
that carved the human mind and body.
Life is instants in God
Life is instants, enjoy and love with a soul
and say goodbye with love
and forgiveness what hurt your soul.
Live for you
Do not live clinging to the past
Free yourself in your soul
Today is life, tomorrow may be too late.
Love you, God .
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