Life, a gentle hop
From one star to the next one
Pastures nomadic
Life, a slow progress
From the known to the unknown
Till time to move on
Life, a butterfly
To chase, always out of grip
Made, only to watch
Life, meant to hold on
Not to desires but to self
To one’s own beliefs
Life, a kind of snake
Meant to shed skin after skin
Till eternity
Life, a metaphor
To imagine by one’s eye
Never literal
Life, a sparrow’s chirp
Music by the edge of trees
A transient wonder
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