Poetry: Lost Drive
and the sun is not that bright.
Do we need to hold tight?
just like a stringless kite.
When can we see the light?
and we must be the one to pay.
Such is how fate plays...
and we must get out, not stay.
Maybe it is time to pray?
and yet we fail to strive.
It's like being stab by knives.
very motivational and touching poem.. eager to read more..
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