Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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this game called life…












There are days of unbounded joy,
There are nights of incomprehensible tears,
For all those times you blame the heart and wish it were made of stone,
For all those times you soar the skies in laughter unbridled,
For the ones who got away,
For the ones who forever stayed,
It all adds up in the end in this game we play…
And call it Life.

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