Life, a delicate word a delicate work,
to think that we are here on earth, living a life of mercy and power.
I think and ponder of a life without wonder and think.
How could I not be without reason,
a reason to live
a reason to love
a reason to think of a life without season.
I think and look at this wonder,
how could life intervine without reason,
someone or something has to be there, to watch me
and lavish me with kind words of wisdom,
the reason is simple the person is living,the one who is there for me, for ever and ever.
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