Poem #3

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[The Tale of Humanity]
by TheBabbyChic

While growing up in many fears
And the vision gone blurred in tears,
We have withstand the droughts and cold
Only with a lamp far behold!

With viciousness ahead unfold
Every crushing words that were told,
Do never forget all the good
Forgive; wherever place you stood.

Sunshine is there after the rain,And joy never ceases from pain
World itself is not ruled with knives,
For light shall be in our lives.

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I wrote this poem six years ago (yes, I'd managed to keep a draft of it) to help my classmate's sister join an Humanist Movement Competition or something like that. The topics given were about 'Light', 'Free' and 'Beauty'.
So I chose to write about Light and gave the draft to her sister. She didn't won, though.

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