The irony of life is like the day and night.
Same as the color black and white.
We smile to hide what we have inside,
We cry until our sorrows collide.
Life is not the ironic as we could see,
It is how people act towards life should be.
It might be composed of complex pigments,
But never forget, together they create the best moments.
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Under the Stars I Write
Poetry[A POETRY COLLECTION] "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." - Hannah Redspring [PUBLI...
