Each face has a story to speak,
Dearest we hold, is one we keep,
Only to us cause judgement needs,
The fake life for the sake we live.
One gets attracted to beautiful solitude,
Other suppresses with higher magnitudes,
Both unaware that both techniques,
Are vital for life to efficient amplitude.
Be a little careful, be a little carefree,
Chase those tiny wishes, those are wonderful,
Why be sentimental, stressful and not forgetful?
To the bad times and be a little colorful.
By adven wild
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
