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NOVEMBER’S HOPE

NOVEMBER’S HOPE

Liven Dye

Dear lone one, Who’s drowned in thoughts Uncertain of age, overwhelmed by events Like a butterfly, time flies Hard to grasp once lost Like moments at our door, Chances come untold Better to live life the way it is Designed to be felt and marked By pain or joy, happiness or agony This too shall pass Better make it worthwhile, Better make it last

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Now I tell you Dance like nobody’s watching Sing like you can break a glass Draw like Picasso, paint like Van Gogh Don’t fret to try new things And discover far from what you’ve known

Don’t refrain yourself for the fear of mediocrity; Not skilled at anything, Just something in between Truth is we’re all average We’re not born genius But we’re bound to be great We’re not silver spooned But we’re bound for a silver lining Time strikes and vanishes fast Stop keeping yourself from being human Humans are imperfect, we fail

For life is designed to be felt and marked Experience life ‘cause this too shall pass Here I end my letter, Hope it gave you solace From someone who’s mediocre herself

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