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Summary: I've always thought of Dumbledore as a poet. Here is my idea of his outlook of life. Please read and review.
The Forms of Life
Life lingers,
A sad wisp of cloud in a pure blue sky
I could sit forever and wonder why?
Why live? Why die?
Why wonder?
Life ends,
Abruptly crashing into a black abyss.
An abyss of nothingness.
Like a black-hole collapsing in on itself.
The architect, of its own destruction.
The end, of its own beginning.
Flowers, trees, younglings.
Life is reborn.
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