poetry is life because life is a poem

it is a song waiting to be sung.

go not unsung if you willingly survive.

be the you you know you can


fortify your soul to reach new bold heights

all the while you must deal with your frights.

decide what you’re doing, and what you’ll become

until one day you find that your job is now done.


Dont you cry my baby soull

feel the power of days of old.

you can make it i know you can,

but where you go, is your choice, your lan.


be not the hopeless

fill your soul with the broth

of warmth and joyous, happy thoughts

such that you may yet not rot.


preserve deny survivre.

love yourself; tes livres

recordent tous ce qu’ils voient

et toujours sentes ce que tu input. :(.




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