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Song of storm The courageous tears flowing Through poetry is Song of storm which was A nightmare but now a crown Radiating the warrior in me. Storms a

Song of storm The courageous tears flowing Through poetry is Song of storm which was A nightmare but now a crown Radiating the warrior in me. Storms a

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Problems, they are a thing which we all have. Sometimes they are common between a community, at other times they are different to the level of an individual. But the solution for a common problem, is often different, unique to each. Each one (solution) can be correct, or may not be. And all these different solutions for the common problem, shapes an individual different and unique in its own way. Results are always variable, some may result good and others may not. All is up to individual, to his/her intellect, to his/her very own faith, God. READ THE STORY AND WRITE THE MORAL IN THE BG. Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that s

Problems, they are a thing which we all have. Sometimes they are common between a community, at other times they are different to the level of an individual. But the solution for a common problem, is often different, unique to each. Each one (solution) can be correct, or may not be. And all these different solutions for the common problem, shapes an individual different and unique in its own way. Results are always variable, some may result good and others may not. All is up to individual, to his/her intellect, to his/her very own faith, God. READ THE STORY AND WRITE THE MORAL IN THE BG. Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that s

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Hardships are bound to come in life. Take them as a challenge. You can change situations by facing them with your determination and grow to create a new you. READ THE STORY AND WRITE THE MORAL IN THE BG. Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that s

Hardships are bound to come in life. Take them as a challenge. You can change situations by facing them with your determination and grow to create a new you. READ THE STORY AND WRITE THE MORAL IN THE BG. Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that s

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A Cup.... Of Love..... & Happiness..... The thick scent of coffee... Filling my half lit room tonight... My nights are special, with a cup of cofee.... The Pleasent aroma, keeps

A Cup.... Of Love..... & Happiness..... The thick scent of coffee... Filling my half lit room tonight... My nights are special, with a cup of cofee.... The Pleasent aroma, keeps

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I love this time of the year. The winters!! Most people complain about the days being shorter, how early the night paints the sky in raven,

I love this time of the year. The winters!! Most people complain about the days being shorter, how early the night paints the sky in raven,

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What if autumns shed raindrops And rain drizzle maple leaves? What if summer cocoon warm snowflakes All over the crimson magenta sky And winter zephyrs some melting Butterscotch Ice-cream beams? (Caption) What if autumns shed raindrops And rain drizzle maple leaves? What if summer cocoon warm snowflakes All over the crimson magenta sky And win

What if autumns shed raindrops And rain drizzle maple leaves? What if summer cocoon warm snowflakes All over the crimson magenta sky And winter zephyrs some melting Butterscotch Ice-cream beams? (Caption) What if autumns shed raindrops And rain drizzle maple leaves? What if summer cocoon warm snowflakes All over the crimson magenta sky And win

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Should I throw away the umbrella this once? Will you care for my tears like they'll taste like rain on your tongue and will you sway to the buzz inside my ears from the alcohol like it's the tune to "When I die alone, I'll be on time"? //please read the entire poem in caption// There are memories that smell like vintage coffee beans and fade away like like the first rays of the sun on any otherwise, cloudy day. The

Should I throw away the umbrella this once? Will you care for my tears like they'll taste like rain on your tongue and will you sway to the buzz inside my ears from the alcohol like it's the tune to "When I die alone, I'll be on time"? //please read the entire poem in caption// There are memories that smell like vintage coffee beans and fade away like like the first rays of the sun on any otherwise, cloudy day. The