Posted in Poetry

life by me

The world is a battlefield, and you are at war

On the frontline against the forces of despair;

Life is a bivouac, wandering, searching always

With the star above you following all ways;

So keep hopes with a heart even for your fate.

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I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome.

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