Perhaps that, it's been told ;
something must end
For something new to Begin
And that's life
Don't offer it to eagle
Make it your hostory
Live it so beautifully
The way that you are .
{M}.
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Wendy House
Poetry" Once apon a time, the bygone was draw breathing in front of our eyes but soon we perceived that they passed through our eyelashes , like a wind rushed through ". -------------------------------------------- Another poetry ... Hope you all enjoy r...
