• haamidjavaid 22w

    The breeze whenever blows, slows the pain
    Telling me about the fun of losses and gain
    Bringing the way to get the lovely showers of rain
    And giving way to smiles and tears to drain

    For every Success and half a chance to fail
    The pages account for the best of written tale
    And when I saw the prestiges of the poor on sale
    And every Scar telling the story and see the clouds hail