~•ME IN ME•~

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Upon the misty mystery,
With a growing attitude that's hysteric,
The whisk of black wind muffled,
The glory of joy - so mildly baffled.

Upon the cracks am I,
Supposed to feel high?
After walking for a while,
I grew so fragile.
Hopeless footprints left for miles,
Turn out as the reason,
For all the misfortune that piles.

Whether closed or left open in season,
The world showed no difference,
With this clamorous occurrence,
All the things were so dark,
Perfectly with no spark,
Armed the mind to be rifled,
Turning the spirit holy wild.

Upon the deaths pallor,
I stick to it as squalor,
Pleading to be an offering,
With heart and soul flickering,
Before my last chance of air,
I took to gaze my blowing hair.

Something made me curve up,
The demon said, 'You seem to be guiled.'
Giving myself a thumbs up,
I said, 'Nothing much I just smiled.'
Within no time he vanished,
And my spirit sprouted sprite embellished.

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

Hello, my people,

This work is a tribute to the ones
Who has the strongest weapon
of life and use it well to its best.
And that valorous weapon is nothing but our
😊SMILE 😊
It can confuse any harm that avails us. It gives whatever you need to have to weed up the evils.

So yeah. Remember!
Don't let the world change your sm!l€
Let your smile change the world.

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With love,
Yaris 🔆

With love,Yaris 🔆

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