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Heroes are hidden, tucked beyond eyes,
Planted all over the bustling planet,
Make no mistake, they are normal people,
Normal in the eyes of those who judge,
Their voices hold magic, heart and warmth,
Made of paper with inked writings,
Those writings that held their ideas,
Your mother, father, teacher; they,
Even those doctors and soldiers are heroes,
Some who sacrificed themselves for others,
Yes! They are normal, but to those,
Of whom are saved by them,
Does not think so.
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"Heroes are born but some are made..."
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A World of Poems
Poetry"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
