Burning candles,
City sights.
All the things,
That make my life bright.
An amazing family,
A great group of friends.
People who'd stay by me,
Untill the world ends.
So many memories,
And moments to remember.
Times from season to season,
From January to December.
Even if,
It meant the end.
I'd gladly live this life,
All over again.
~!~Diana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
