Cheers to the start of the end of sorrow
The miseries of life, will not have a tomorrow
It might be a mess, will get better some day
Living is a journey, not a one stop by the bay
Never assume your being to be the most powerful one
When Alexander meet Chandragupta, he knew he was done
Windows are alot alike the theatre's screen
Every passing moment and there is a new scene
Necessity is the mother of invention, the wise man said
You learn to live daily, the holy book read
For ending to be happy, depends where the reel stops
Don't waste it for you know not when its time and the curtains drop.
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PoésiePoems are a way of expressing what one feels of and about different relationships or things in her/his surrounding. It helps the writer offload the feelings while engaging the reader through the words.
