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Ten is time for making up a story,
Erasing all that's dull and ordinary,
No light but hope-light, no end but glory.
Eleven we have a long way to go,
Living through all these yes and no,
Even-uneven, who knows? Closed door or open window.
Twelve and am still wide awake,
Picking old dreams for a remake,
A day without a dawn, no tears no heartache.
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4 comments:
Heartaches are not ordinary things.
Pain always comes to the brave. Tears provide you with wisdom and prepare you for a better tomorrow..
Happiness is for the ordinary.. no big deal. To be happy one just has to dream less.. nothing brave in it..
ah! that's touching and I see it is straight frm somewhere in ur heart... :(
I loved the last part the most abt picking old dreams for a remake...beautiful.
Thats a touching lines written.Thanks for it.
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I just love the way you write.
soo true and honest,
A girl aiming so high which has no sky...
count on me in ur fans list.
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