What is Life?
Is it a sequence of days,
a light like a flash of rays,
or a struggle, a strife?
Is it a verse of a poem?
A sum of words said,
the sound of words unsaid,
or the time, a passing whim?
Is life the wind's breeze?
The cold chill of winter's kiss,
the fear of a snake's hiss,
or the sound of a child's sneeze?
We live life, we keep it rolling,
Surely not knowing
where we are heading.
Escrito originalmente durante internação no Hospital Dia, 27/01/2023
Ilustração gerada por IA (Gemini)
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