Like A ShowA Poem by QuinCrystalpoetry, deep, life, mysterious, short, show, simpleWe fly high, We land low, We all die, We all row. It's in sight, The sorrow. We collide, There's no more. We all hide, Things unknown. We all smile, To hide all. © 2016 QuinCrystalAuthor's Note
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