life

Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world

Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing

Flowing circle of life means death, birth, life, but what's it all for?

Every life, I've come to understand, is nothing but a dream

Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.

OverTheRainbow

VT

12 years old

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