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The Dawn and dusk of humanity.
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Walk A Mile@walkamilewithliamz
Walk A Mile ✍️ | Poet in Creative Garden Simple words. Deep meaning. Real life. I write to touch hearts, not to impress. Still walking. Still growing. Still humble.
November 6, 20261 min read2 views
Tears of joy, a baby is born.
Atmosphere of happiness, he was named.
With pride and high shoulder, he has become a man.
With the sweat of his brow, he survived.
The known and unknown, he strived.
Crossing the sea of self doubt, he groan.
Suppressing the agony of life with hope.
Triumphed a made man, ideal husband and a proud father.
In bed, happily breath his last.
Tears of joy at birth, tears of farewell in death.
The Dawn and dusk of humanity.
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