Thousands of years I’ve lived <br />with the wind; with the river <br />Flowing through these thousands of pretension <br />humiliations- <br />a battle fought in hell <br />a game played well <br />dead again alive <br />alive again dead <br /> <br />I’m bolder now; now I am newer <br />like the eternal sign of <br />A ceaseless journey <br />A journey joyous <br /> <br />As the newborn old river <br />Each day I’m born <br />Each day I’m mourn <br /> <br />Countless miles; countless smiles <br />Ripples of hopes now more widened <br />The lips glow in each smiles <br />A life and nothing of it dies <br /> <br />Nothing dies<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-dies/
