Until The Last Breath Goes

Until The Last Breath Goes short poem

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I’ll be your light if the stars don’t glow
I’ll be the breeze if the wind don’t blow
Waiting for the moment when we come across
I’ll hold your hand and never let you go.

I’ll pace it up when life goes slow
Wash away the rain and draw the bows
I’ll paint the sky in those bright colors
For you to smile and you to show.

They all came and left : those friends and foes
But you are someone different my heart that chose
Now Life is your words : you the meaning for me
It’ll beat for you until the last breath goes.

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What can I say about myself here? You'll get to know about me,my rhymes and my life once we get in touch. But one thing I can tell you,(they say) : all of these are very much interesting and I am really a nice person to be friends with. Now,I cant say much about what they say,but I believe we all are (somewhat) nice persons.I am just Living #YOUNG and #WILD and #FREE !!
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