Way of Life
My Way of Life
My mother will always
be proud of me for doing good.
A smirk just poured all over her
face. She will always be
my guardian angel.
My father will stand tall
like Liberty.
After three full years,
everyone have remained
strong like my dad did.
Months will pass so fast
My mother is not able
to sense the moment.
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I am calm nice determined and have a loving spirit. I love god. Not only do I like poetry but I also love music, art, fiction and dancing.
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