into the unknown…

Day 45/52

For the days known and unknown…I’ll walk through this valley…alone or may be not
For the stories written and unwritten, I’ll jot a page may be, perhaps on this paper or a scroll
Highs and lows can’t be more, but I’ll still take a stroll
On this day or the next, I’ll smile but I won’t accept to frown.

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rhymes and rhythms…at some point, they seem the very connerstone of poetry.

Despite the charming and catchy words, they give it life, they attach music to it, they set a pace for the tone and flow… These two work tremendous magic if applied accordingly.

as for life… each day we draw closer to the last, but it’s not the end that matters… It’s how we lived in between that does.

It’s the people we meet, the memories we create, the setbacks, the punches taken in, the resilience shown, and the focus plus hope we hold on to… those are what matter.

It’s not that everything is written in the stars, but you can place there your own writings. Have a little more faith.

Your unwritten story begins now, and it’s a great one.