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Life oh Life.
It is a distant place that is near to some,
A place where the fish drowns or even dies of thirst,
Where the dog saves both the thief and its owner,
Where a decent man cons the con man,
Where both the guard and his prisoner are imprisoned,
An arsenal with different weapons.
Life! What have you done that you make us sob, you make us cry, you make us weep for generations to come.
The python and what it swallows lies helplessly,
He who looks into the mirror sees behind him,
He who blows the kings fire; they say swallows smoke,
Peppery food last not long in the mouth.
My mouth cannot take it any longer, my eyes shall drop no more tears for the fear that my tears have turned to blood.
They say only a fool test the depth of a river with both feet,
He who does not know one thing knows another,
A roaring lion kills no game.
We live life in fear of the things we do not understand, the ones we have no control over.
It takes a whole village to raise a child, it takes all of us to understand the gift of life and also identify its curse.
Rain does not fall on one roof alone; this torment is felt by all of us yet we go round wearing masks of our so called happy faces.
In the end Life is like a shadow and a mist; it passes quickly by, and is no more.
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