Dear life I want to serve this drink of wine again to you,
As that last hope of living,
As that beginning of survival,
For all the hardships which lays ahead,
For all the fresh beginnings that are yet ti happen,
For all that love I'm going to give and receive,
For all that hatred I received and passed,
For all the good I did and get,
Dear life let me pour this drink of champagne,
As the last of hope survival,
And a way for living,
To get strengthen till the time snatch last day of hope,
To feel loved before it gets too lonely,
To love before I'll get consumed by hatred,
Dear life let drink this immortal water of sin, survival, hope, and holy path together.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
