What life is : A dawn at dusk ?

To win is to lose, not being put your efforts in.
To live is to die, shunt away the art of living,
Living...a nexux between dawn and dusk.

Dawn, the morning twilight;
The early rise of sun , pivotal to a birth,
Feeling of chronic exultant, crazy promiscuity and fluidity.

Dusk, much as ,an end period of a day;
Philosophically, a darker twilight, obscured to death,
The solely perspicuous tenet to dawn, the then early childhood.

At the end, life dazzling into infinity, is half spent before you know what really it is.
Coming to witness, a beautiful synchronization from an early childhood to ages,
Ages, having lived for most of the years expected.
Baffled at a point , what life is: A dawn at dusk?
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