If we keep it in four sides, it becomes a box. If we live in, it becomes a house. with each stroke, a tale is told, of joys. sorrows, and dreams bold.
Within these walls, memories are stored, from the whisper of newborn love to the broken shattered heart
From the echoe of laughter to the loudest cry, broken dreams, and the bitter lie, you will find it in the corner of these lines
Yet within this confinement, you will find a libery of life, a space where soul find peace and dreams takes their flight. As imagination dances in the moons' soft light
so cherish these walls, both strong and true, for within them lies a world
new. A poet's heaven, where stories unfold. In the sanctuary of four walls, a treasure to hold
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Poetryso here are some interesting poetries about things you might have heard but never gave a thought about, or even if you did, you might not have given it a try about how those things can really affect our life.
