Poem about Life
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who in his lifetime died.
Now he is able to fly over the sky.
His soul is some sort force of nature,
he is still waiting as he would be mature.
His life is like a roller blind,
but no one could catch
his mindblowing state of mind.
He doesn’t know
how to make love on the earth,
as he would elderly and experienced died,
he would fly to the Valleys of Neptune
and settle there.
And the wind whisper to him,
people he loves name,
believe me- it is not so easy to explain.
Sometimes someone shoot him a little dart,
and it reminds him
about his heartbroken heart.