As long as I am breathing…

As long as I am breathing... short poem

As long as I am breathing

Till the moment I am alive

I will not lose hope

I will fight, I will strive

Unless my eyes are closed forever

Until the time of my life is over

my belief will not weaken

my faith will never waver

Time may take my beauty

but not my grit

Injuries may harm my body

but not my spirit

No situation is too difficult

for me to thrive

My dreams may die

but my hopes will survive

The journey is very long

I very well know

Each moment I will improve

Every minute I will grow.

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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A poem of hope and perseverance.

Rocean Sharma
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Beautiful..

Jesus Diaz Llorico
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beautiful expression of courage..

Charu
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Lovely write so positive !

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