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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Life needs struggle
In our life, there are both highs and lows; There will be success and failure; There will be life and death. Life for decades is a gorgeous and long dream. Gathering is also in a hurry, scattering is also in a hurry. When we are full of white hair and staggering that year, our dreams will wake up. When we look back and look at the footprints left by ourselves, we will find that we have gone through the regrets of wasted time, the melancholy of mediocrity and tireless pride!
By Andrea Killian4 years ago in Poets
The rest of the way, I go. Top Story - June 2022.
The rest of the way, I go If the pain is numb, maybe you can put it down. I'll walk the rest of the way alone! A heart belongs to you for a long time, so many years I still love you. Because of you, I become so incomplete and bruised. My love for you is the fusion of blood and tears.
By STEPHANIE DOUGLAS4 years ago in Poets
Men's color center is very simple
Men's color is always for ease, freedom and happiness. They step into the trap of so and so love and make a dilemma between life and death. With a sigh or even a chicken flying egg beating, it is purely unpredictable in the market and improper risk avoidance. Like retail investors in stocks, they originally wanted to make a relaxed and comfortable short-term, but they accidentally dragged it into the middle line, and then they were brutally forced into a long-term.
By evelyn hearn4 years ago in Poets
I am an eagle bathing in fire
I always like to think of myself as an eagle bathing in fire, wearing a clear wind and facing the rising sun, flying freely in the air, spreading a pair of powerful wings, roaming in the boundless, shuttling in the clouds and soaring between heaven and earth in the posture of a winner... Let the proud heaven and earth know my existence with an earth shaking attitude; Let all creatures know my existence with the spirit that I belong to
By Komla Akter4 years ago in Poets
Youth is gorgeous because of dreams; Dreams shine with hard work
Life is beautiful because of youth; Youth is gorgeous because of dreams; Dreams shine with hard work. ——Inscription The first ray of sunshine in the morning, through the branches and leaves, through the small window, quietly sprinkled on his face, just like his mother's warm hands, gently stroking his sleepy cheek. A feeling of happiness lingered in my mind, as if I smelled the fragrance of Camellia outside the window. This is the taste of youth! A kind of flower fragrance that only belongs to us in this season. It is fresh, elegant and refreshing.
By William Parr4 years ago in Poets
