Life Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

Life



Life
a freshly cut rose
a prize just won
a delicacy of exotic foods
a vision in a dream
a potential lately discovered
nature in its purest form.

Life
an abstract art
a treacherous concept
a vague cue
a blank slate
an open artery
an enclosed desire.

Life
a philosophy.

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