Poetic thought

Time is something we all share,
Just like oxygen, in the place.
The style we savor it is up to us,
With a cold or with a hot blaze.

Living is something, we should foster,
We never perceive, when we’ll depart.
Love each and every particular day,
Breathe the flowers, stay and dance.

Time is something, we’ve been endowed,
Choice is yours, choose your journey.
Pursue your appetites, and you’ll be light,
With the right stance, you will shine.

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