surrealistic

In the light,
The shadow melts;
And in the tears,
Pains, they drain.

Hatred falls,
Off a mountain.
When, love, walks to the edge,
To see who is dead!

Into death,
Life flows,
Had lost brakes, Life,
To stop at its death.

All's ephemeral,
Like thoughts they fade,
As a vanishing bubble,
Dying without a trace!

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