Content in frustration,
lost in play;
the art of taking life.
Naivety dreams of catching the fly
in its desperate, mindless flight.
Thus life is lost, and the fly goes on,
the dog resigns to discontent;
of all the flies and frantic flight
that the foolish dog has dreamt.
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Author:
Davidivad98 (
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Nice work David. The souls of both the dog and the fly are equally immortal; life indeed is lost at the moment of physical death in either species. Keep pushing this boundary...
Thankyou:)) I like the idea that in chasing the fly, the only life that the dog has the potential of wasting is its own.
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