Having fun with my friends
In this life
We make a lot of mistakes
Cut yourself with a knife
Its all in the mistakes
Pain felt and blood spoilt.
Some mistakes are bigger than lessons they teach.
Ice melts and floods recede.
What goes is what came.
What returns is what went.
Nothing remains the same.
There is some thing special about nothing.
Nothing can be anything.
Well it can make sense
I am having fun with my friends.
My sword, words with S placed first.
A mistake you can learn from
Thinking is earning
Doing is learning.
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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