Every day is like love.
Every night is like fate.
Every loss is a splendor.
Every hope comes too late.
Every breeze is a chill.
Every glance is a song.
Every story has to end.
Every right has its wrong.
Every break comes to mend.
Every step meets its fall.
Every rhyme finds its rhythm.
Every damage has its haul.
Every person finds themselves.
Every season comes to pass.
Every hollow fills its empty.
Every second goes too fast.
Every bird has its wings.
Every shimmer is let die.
Every word is like wind.
Every voice meets with sigh.
Every silence is a sound.
Every light has its glow.
Every prism shows all colors.
Every question seeks to know.
Every sentence ends in punctuation.
Every picture is locked in frame.
Every writer knows their meaning.
Every thing is called a different name.
