can I be anymore lucky?
teetering on the brink of success
I stumbled my footing and tumbled down the stairs in my excitement
a pinkish red in my joy
a warm hue in the love I feel
barreling into life with a shout of my own
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Crossing the dark moon
الشعرIt is up to every man to choose what path they follow. Whether it be in fairness or out of spite, the choice is up to the individual at the end of the road
