The fight
Even you think that life
Apparently has no sense
Each life has a sense
Do you need to know
What am I doing with my life?
I pray, my love,
For the coming moments
Of truth.
Do not destroy your hopes and dreams
Don't let your memories
To become shadows
In hindsight.
And don't ever lose yourself
When you look back
On your life.
And let the Light to
Undertake some sort
Of war-ending mission
About life.
And don't forget
That to live means to suffer
Because the human nature
Is not perfect
And neither is the world
We need the comprehensiveness
Of our destiny
And its fatality
You must continue
To fight in the spirit
Until the end
And do not forget that I love you
And you absolutely have to be alive.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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