The Book Of Life

# ana ki poetry # it's my own poetry #

Life was short, and even in that short life, sorrows were written, O God
We wrapped up our life like a book
When we opened the book, the pages were missing
No complaints about this life
If we hadn't had sorrows, there would be no life
We forgot everything even after reading our own book
Life or the book, everything is far away now
We burned the pages of the book
Maybe this was life, thinking, we destroyed everything

In my dream, I saw the sky full of stars
Some were blooming like flowers, others were pricking like thorns
I asked God, "You had stars, yet you gave some happiness and some sorrow"
God didn't soften anyone's stance, be it a person or respect