—Why doubt, if the path is lit bright?
—Asks the friend, with heartwarming light.
—Falls are like steps in life’s grand ballet,
where hope is a dance that won’t drift away.

—That’s true —the other replies with grace—,
in each stumble, a new chapter we trace.
Laughter blooms like flowers in spring,
while embraces, like wings, make our spirits take wing.

Time, like a sculptor, shapes every turn,
teaches us lessons in joy and in burn.
—Let’s be thankful together —sings the breeze—,
for there’s a time for love and for tears with ease.

And when the day comes to close the book,
the memories linger, like whispers in nooks.
No matter the forgetfulness that may arise,
the good that we’ve lived will forever be our prize.


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