Though life isn’t so clean
and lots in it are mean,
I’ll give on end
and only love I’ll send.
Though some might I not bear
and words with them not share,
I will adore to care
and keep my heart so fair.
Though bad some days may seem;
no chance of good, no beam,
dare I not cast a scream.
My soul remains sublime.
أستاذه هناء دائماً كتاباتك واختياراتك مميزه وجميلة جداً وملهمه وفيها كمية توازن وطاقة ايجابية ، استمري 🙏😊
Thanks a lot dear reader 🥰
Very nice
I liked it