
Short Poetic poetry about Life
Night we weave a black net,
Netting the land of endless sorrowful,
Cold air sways through the trees.
Unfolding the land of unworthiness,
Whose spirit is lost in the vast cold.
A cold wind blows through dusted leaves,
Whose soul we can never see but feel.
Era's river flows steadily, though old and deep,
Through centuries' worth of gold treasures.
Whose paths in time have been lost?
The whispers that guide us to the ends.
Straight paths pass through stone walls,
A world that has no light or shadows.
Pride is scattered across the real world's shadow,
A land of decay that is hidden by dark night.
And a cold fire burns in the void,
Whose flames we can't see but feel.
A prisoner in an unknown valley,
Where every leaf will destroy the world.
Silence fills the sky, shining as shadows,
Shrines us to our depths and despair.
Who among us have left behind a past?
The words that remind us of love, in silence.
A cold fire burns inside,
Whose flames we can never see or hear.
Patriotism is buried in the depths of reality,
A land of shadows and despair.
And a cold fire burns in our land,
Whose flames we can't touch but feel.
A long path lies hidden, through thick stone,
Where the dead will pass through with sorrow.
The wind blows through the land's dust,
Whose soul is out there, though we don't know it.
And a cold fire burns within us,
Whose flames we can never see or feel.
A long path lies hidden in the depths of reality,
Through thick stone and through deep shadows.
But here's a thought, a breath from our land,
Which will make us understand what matters to us.
It is cold, it is dark, yet it feels alive.
A long path lies hidden in the depths of reality,
Through thick stone and through deep shadows.
But here's a thought, a breath from our land,
Which will make us understand what matters to us.
It is cold, it is dark, yet it feels alive.
A long path lies hidden in the depths of reality,
Through thick stone and through deep shadows.
But here's a thought, a breath from our land,
Which will make us understand what matters to us.
It is cold, it is dark, yet it feels alive.
A long path lies hidden in the depths of reality,
Through thick stone and through deep shadows.
But here's a thought, a breath from our land,
Which will make us understand what matters to us.
It is cold, it is dark, yet it feels alive.





















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