Life is a Poem
Every moment is an alphabet
Every day is a word
Every week is group of words,
While the words become a phrase,
The weeks become a month.
A volume of words springs out
Of my heart with a
Seed of love to be planted
On the distraught souls
Where beautiful flowers
Yet unique shall bloom
In the form of a poem
On my blank page.
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