SomeTIMEs the most precious thing,
Is what we always forget.
That someTIMEs we spend it all wrong,
That lost our chance to cherish those TIMEs.
We might want our TIMEs the most,
Yet we use it at the worst.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
To Our Beloved
You came so little, Yet you became a big part of us. With your every little steps, You brought us the largest footprints to our hearts. Yo...
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