Life or death?
Death is black and grim
Maybe gray and dim.
Thinking about death
You can feel its breath,
Cold and sharp:
And background harps
Are playing silent tunes...
And life?
Life is full of colours,
Full of odours,
Sometimes noisy,
Sometimes drowsy.
One day boring,
Next exploring.
Death or life?
It is hard to choose
When your heart is tired,
When you crave for peace.
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