I.
We're here to play our roles,
and those are by fate given,
for humans are just souls,
warm bodies, meant for livin'.
It's left on us to know,
who will we love and why,
if our dreams are low,
if you stand up or cry.
It's hard to see, who we can be,
and what will next days bring.
But don't dwell just on fantasy,
and let feels in heart ring.
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YOU ARE READING
He.
PoetryHow it all started? Well, there was a girl and she met an angel, who touched her heart and made her knees weak. And this is how it went on... This book is full of poems that aren't a continuing story, but they share one. They're connected by thought...
