Every role you play in someone else's life is an enigma,
Yet that shouldn't be the reason to keep the stigma.
How you treat others is a reflection of yourself,
We may differ in many ways, but we're coexisting with respect.
You may feel honored or dismissed,
Either way, we shouldn't inflict or insist.
Appreciation comes along with welcoming precious gifts,
While depreciation parts from us with lessons we shouldn't miss.
Always be reminded of the golden rule,
Life isn't perfect, and neither are you.
A little amount of kindness is contagious and so as hate.
Between the two, it's always your decision to make.
A circle wouldn't be complete with just an arc.
Dotted lines should make up the mark.
Sketching the whole image forms the whole picture,
Good and bad angles will form its structure.
The image between truth and fiction will someday come to light,
Who are we to set a standard and stereotype?
Between an axiom and an enigma, only one copyright exists.
This role you played in life cannot be rigged.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A COLLECTION OF RANDOMNESS AND POETRY] "Under the stars I write, Under the moon so bright. In the darkness of my heart, I hold on to the light. Thoughts in my head written in paper and pen. Voiceless words composed of memories by fate." - Hanna...
