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Life..
It gets morning and night everyday.
The world changes it's face all over again.
The trees grow fast and tall, to where it's heavy
boughs are swayed, not too gently by the
merciless winds that storms the world at its
limitless strength.

The flower blooms and wilts at its granted life on earth; as the sun makes it look beautiful so as it drains life out of it.
The seeds of memories only remains to make a mark of a gift of life of revolution.

Out of the dust was created, by the matchless and glorious creative creator by whom the world was renovated as it is. The rivers are the perfect agility
he holds the intelligence. Thus, man was created that he could only percieve, but nothing more than a mustard seed.

Like a merry machine is the world and all luving beings that crawls all over it.
Thinking not of the purpose we live for, but for the present, forgets history and aims nothing moret han a cup of timelessnesa.
© @Simba Mongzar

I had written this when I was in my 8th grade😁.. found it last night. thought I'd share it with u guys as well😚😚