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
Miracles of Meeting 'You'
Unexpected with Your divine light, You came once again. Visit me through vision, an expected sight. I know I am awake, Yet here I am again...
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