poetry is life because life is a poem
it is a song waiting to be sung.
go not unsung if you willingly survive.
be the you you know you can
fortify your soul to reach new bold heights
all the while you must deal with your frights.
decide what you’re doing, and what you’ll become
until one day you find that your job is now done.
Dont you cry my baby soull
feel the power of days of old.
you can make it i know you can,
but where you go, is your choice, your lan.
be not the hopeless
fill your soul with the broth
of warmth and joyous, happy thoughts
such that you may yet not rot.
preserve deny survivre.
love yourself; tes livres
recordent tous ce qu’ils voient
et toujours sentes ce que tu input. :(.