Four Lettered Words

Four Lettered Words short poem

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LIFE!! Is four letter words
The most precious of all gifts……Priceless!
All the earth riches could not afford
Fragile, our very existence is gambled.

LOVE!! is a four lettered word
The greatest feeling of all…..Magic!
To the lucky ones who has felt its touch
Walking to the ends of the earth is a piece of cake

PAIN!! Is a four lettered word
The most intense of all emotions…. Frightening!
It pierces sharp and sure like a double edged sword
Tearing you apart, limb by limb

HOPE!! Is a four lettered word
The greatest promise of all…. Uplifting!
In its embrace, we face this cold and cruel world
Swimming against the tides and walking on sinking sand

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