Light Is You

Light Is You short poem

Uploaded by Ankam Vijay Newton

It just kept on running
Constantly with all hurdles been crossed
Wonderful memories left behind
Unforgettable fame that’s written forever

It just kept on running
With many mouths that hurt
With many mouths that praised
Packed and stuck in my mind

It just kept on running
But, has to stop at a point
To receive it is Light for a colorful future

A Light that I Love
A Light that is so Beautiful
A Light that guides
A Light that will never be left alone

“Light” is YOU MY LOVE, “It” is my Life.

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