Life Poetry Quotes - Page 26
The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
but some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away.
What words, what phrases,
are at hand for our use!
Such a spectrum of feelings
can be freely let loose.
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Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.
I want to be thoroughly used up when I die,
for the harder I work the more I live.
I rejoice in life for its own sake.