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Bright days have come to stay
She wil land on her feet
i choose to believe.
That she has an infinity of lives,
and never dies.
Agile and admired.
Destined for love.
Growth comes in the form of painful events.
Even saints are sinners to some extent.
True perfection is,
the grace to stumble beautifully.
To recover from the fall.
Morphed into something more.
More content then before.
Published 3rd Nov 2018
Author's Note
After a period of reflection,ive decided to resurface with this poem,thats more like a bunch of thoughts strung together.thnks for this space to share poetry.
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