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Tuesday, November 25

Live Life

A drop of rain,
a touch of sun,
a river grows,
a flower blooms,
Yet everything,
the exact same.

Year after year,
day after day
it's all the same,
nothing changing,
just the same thing,
the same routine.

No matter whats done,
continual grief
bearing down on me.
Constantly hearing
the exact same speech.
And yet, there's no change.

Maybe,
just once,
this year,
unlike the last -
it is time to move
without any fear;
     breaking
     the mundane
     repetition.

Life is too short
for misery,
to not live free;
instead, break free
of the mundane
boundaries
and be
seen.

Live Life by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse