Let me hope that this year will bring with it countless joys for all of us. It is not nice to live in constant worry or pain.
Voices
A poem Voices come and go They stay not for too long in my mind or another's; a fleeting thought makes me think whether it will be fine to know or to blink I think with the voice but it does not acknowledge me at times and then I know that it is fine to not think
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