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Poem about Life

To hold your hands once more

To hold your hands once more

Might be still you are looking out for me, Battling for our brilliant future Continue To think that I'm in raindrops. Strolling on the shimmering street, holding your hands In your kind gestures and love, bliss, and fulfilment. Of course, playing the waiting game Counting Each and each snapshot of the drawn-out day, With my incredible longing. Perusing your sonnets and a few letters Then, at that point, continue to stand by once more, To hold your hands once more In your kind gestures and love. Got the Calling for an obscure course Don't have the foggiest idea about the…
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Life can appear to be a perpetual labyrinth

Life can appear to be a perpetual labyrinth

Life can appear to be a perpetual labyrinth, The exciting bends in the road, respites, and deferrals, However, things consistently become all-good... Sooner or later. The hurt of misunderstanding something, Also, the exercise it frequently brings along. Are they there to make you solid... Sooner or later. Life can be extreme, there's no uncertainty, However, trust is what we can't manage without. Right things with happiness will come to fruition... Eventually. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Collected from Magazineup.com  Collected from Magazineup.com  Collected from Magazineup.com
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Life is a puzzle and waiting to be solved

Life is a puzzle and waiting to be solved

Life may be a puzzle, waiting to be solved, But who would solve it? Don't know. I can feel my heart throbbing, but why? because It's damaged, but none the less optimistic. But that's the matter, and my heart sees the simplest in everything and everybody and as a result, gets hurt. My soul is trying it is best to piece itself back together and wrap all its wounds As during a game, in the real world, you'll be more likely to force pieces within the wrong empty spaces. They might appear to be the proper option to make at the instant,…
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