Young Writers discussion

This is it.
Battlefields strewn with purpose lost
Broken heartstrings that refuse to play
Empty arms; glassy eyes
Pain.

This is it.
a blazing sun searing itself into the sky
golden eyes gazing into mine
dancing fingers stirring music awake
Beauty.

This is it.
Dandelion seeds flying in the wind
City pinpricks of light glinting below
the echoing silence of a field
Lonely.

This is it.
Pounding rain on the pavement
Snowflakes melting on my skin
A full moon's watchful gaze
Serenity.

This is it
This is all
It is nothing
and yet everything
It is life.

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