Life is a curious pleasure that we sense
Life is a danger that doesn't know fence
Life is anything that we think
It is a shadow of thoughts and works-
The reason of which hardly be seen
Life is a poem that consists expressions
Life is a hungry child that's food's lust
Life is a message of sorrow that permits few.
Life is a play, that's players are
Slave to the Author.
Life is wastage
Of everything that stops with death
Life is a patient who always
Seeks rest and support.
Life is Silica
Who doesn't want to confront the sun.
Its nature is
To avoid itself like the time
Its feathers always want to fly
That's motif is uncertain.
Life is the second name of death
As the undeniable destiny.
Life is anything but nothing
That's beyond the knowledge