The horse neigh,
We fly on the beach,
joie de vivre !
So much noise,
Can't listen to my own voice,
Sudden demeaning debonoir,
Rather not get struck upon thee,
Do we have some purpose,
Still can go that far,
From being veracious,
A varying thin line,
Cynicism is all it takes,
Doubtful and brought disgrace,
the Joie de vivre is lost,
At heavy cost,
Can we light upon thee,
Swing back and forge for past memory,
Still can run on plain,
Pretending lying on the beach of sorrow,
In midst of valley narrow,
Here we come so far,
The sunlight shall scribble my heart,
Joie de vivre thrust upon me again,
Staying away can make this meaningful,
Then stay away,
Albeit for how long??
Figure out on your own,
Thou the life ,
Thou Joie de vivre!
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