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Life as a stage, begins empty…
Gradually wisdom then comes with age;
Sage and brave are on different pages.
In challenges, right on the face,
Cowards are known by the traces of fear
Wrecking and then repressing courage.
Like lions, show no fear on your face
Or else you will be in the circus
Mutely roaring loud inside a cage.
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
