Soft living was not fulfilling,
Trusting could not give in willing
Resolute in dissolution,
Arching towards the contribution
Immigration to the bombing lands,
To discover what was closing hands
Left to gaze at the memories of a past,
Fond of a home that will never last.
The last two lines strike a chord in me. Hmm..
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I can’t stop praising you. You are very good in your compositions. I don’t even have words any longer to describe your writings. Wishing you and family Happy Sunday.
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Thank you! It means so much to me :). I hope you and your family have an excellent Sunday as well!
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this is deep. I love
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