My Son,
There is no journey without freedom
You may fly without a wing
You may walk when wings are there
You may cry with songs that sing
You may smile whilst you are in tears…
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You may live in living of lone…
You may live to be free from home
You may decide on the rising sun
You may tell tales beneath the moon’ song
You may let go of your love ones…
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Is freedom free my son?
Can you feel my tears? –
My tears that is not shed for you
But for the life I fail to live with you
When you are free from herds of here and there…
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My son,
Life owes no one pain or gain
We, all owe life our pain, our gain
We make fate, before fate is too late…
Make fate my Son, before fate is too late
Make fate, when fate is your faith!
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The more you live your life
The more your life writes you her poems
The more your life writes you
The more your life is right
About her poetry book that portrays you…
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You make her to make right
In your present plight, as you live…
Living is a poem my Son,
We are all poets of our life…
Think, deep, to reap your reap.
To be continue…
c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill
Words of wisdom.
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Thank You beloved… 🙂
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Beautiful… 🙂
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Thanks beloved, will compleye the poem very soon 🙂
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Looking forward to it!!😀
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