The experience of being alive
It's purpose is to survive
Be thankful once it will arrive
Miracle can only revive
You only live once
Not all has a chance
Accept any entrance
Stop acting like trance
Dreams are the reality
Imagining is the eternity
Lets trust the ability
Make a difference in our capacity
Bestow some hue to make it lucent
Bliss comes by being patient
A grin must not be absent
Before you'll end up under the cement
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POM POEMS
PoetryFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
