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The Struggle, your dreams must come alive!
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Niyas Himself
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Poetry Ideas About life...
Shape of Love
There was a time in autumn,
The wind was so heavy
It blew a dry leaf off
The top of a cherry tree.
It fell on a large mould of snow
Forming a shape that looks
Like the heart.
That shape is called Love.
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There have been times when I bow down my head to cry and pray, alas, I was short of tears and my words they come my wrong...
There were times when fustration consumed me, I feel like I was all alone.. Alone to myself in this island of pain, and tragedies..
There have been times when my visions were blur, my thoughts were blank, my thinking were unbalance... I wonder why those things come my way.. Still I try to put my shame away. I was stoned like the moon when the cloaks of the clouds blocked it view.
But now I am proud again. Proud of what I have once feared. Try to be yourself cause your dreams are too good to die!
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