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Literary: Continuously...

Life is like the water of a brook
It cannot be held firmly by hand
It moves continuously to its end
Forced by time to move.

Life is like a woman's song
It is sweet and glad, bitter and sad
It reaches its highest note
Then the melody slowly fades away.

Life is like a spider web
Made so beautifully by time
Unique and incomparable
But will break because of its fragility.

Life is like a name written in sand
So distinct at the first sight
Made to be seen and known
But is grasped by the tide anyhow.

And so life moves continuously
Continuously toward a stop
But what would life ever mean
If it never had an end?

By: Marie Begonia Cinco


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