Life is a book we write each day,With ink of choices, come what may.Some pages bright with golden light,Some filled with storms that hide the sight. We walk on roads
Life is a book we write each day,With ink of choices, come what may.Some pages bright with golden light,Some filled with storms that hide the sight. We walk on roads
Life’s a river, flowing wide,Sometimes calm, sometimes a tide.Dreams are stars that light the way,Even through the darkest day. Each fall teaches how to rise,Hope’s the mirror in our eyes.Time’s
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