Some words he
writes
Not at the poetic height.
Not at the poetic height.
Collecting some
from here
and some from there
and some from there
Wrote words in
spite of his fear
Only thing he
could do is
Think of his
dreams, near.
For he knew ,
Sooner or later
he’s
going to be on that shore,
A shore not to
rest.But
To shine like a
light.
His Instinct says Fight! Fight!! Fight!!!
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