Living poem

Do not wait through windows in times desperate hands. View the beauty of the world in real time see the miracles and wonders first hand. Feel the sea and warm sand. Let the light catch your face . Imagine this world a perfect place. Don’t follow this aging race to be in first place. For all these wonderful moments will pass and your sadly death you will cast. So enjoy every second of your own living poem for it will not forever last.

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