I feel lost in your poem.
It feels like someone investment yielding wastage.
Like a lost hope, ready to give up.
Though it still feel there will be a positive change to keep alive.
Nice one dear.
I feel lost in your poem.
It feels like someone investment yielding wastage.
Like a lost hope, ready to give up.
Though it still feel there will be a positive change to keep alive.
Nice one dear.
Thank you very much. Hope surely is one of the most precious things we have to keep.
That's true.
It keeps one alive and going.
You are welcome.