Hold my hands, stop the doubt.
Smell all the happiest moment
You've experienced.
Ready yourself to make some more.
Let us all master how to savor,
What real happiness is.
And how powerful it is.
It might be hard to believe.
But it really exist.
It is what makes us bright.
Regardless of how dusty we are.
It has his own way to make us sheen.
Contented and tough.
Happiness is everywhere.
That means everything.
Avoidance of conflict is rocking.
Causing a headache.
To stop is not the bravest solution.
It's the lamest.
Proving how coward you are...
Who cannot keen on the momentum.
Rather than halting,
Equip yourself.
Be the strongest you can be.
The one who's observant,
Gathering all infos.
Looking every inch to go smooth.
According to what is planned.
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Blood In Our Veins
PoetryA collection of unorganized thoughts that turns out to be an unorganized piece which I don't know what to call. Everything is simply based on how I feel and how I see things in a random circumstance. As you go along with the compilations of my so-ca...
