We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes

We All Feel A Little Lost Sometimes short poem

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Its all part of living,
We all feel a little lost sometimes…
Its hard to comprehend,
What the mind confines…
Just take a walk,
Through the pines…

Takes time to know,
That which undermines…
Don’t be afraid,
Of the tangled vines…
Believe, you will find,
The answer in between the lines…

Just follow the light,
That brightly shines…
And you will see the wonder,
Of the universe’s grand designs!

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Life has its hardships, But it goes on.. doesn't wait for anything, nor lets memories be easily gone...! Poems are the only way, to let all the feelings out... to seek for the meaning, that everyone is talking about...!! So enjoy life, and enjoy the poems... and embrace life, no matter what comes...!!
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