The breeze skews the pages astray
Some written, some halfway done,
Patient moments tick away
Welcome life as it may come.
Some written, some halfway done,
Patient moments tick away
Welcome life as it may come.
To secret locks there are no keys
Waste not spurs of precious time
Sing along to tunes of destiny
Live a self reason and rhyme.
Waste not spurs of precious time
Sing along to tunes of destiny
Live a self reason and rhyme.
© The Godiva Expression – Anum Ali




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