At some point, even the greatest misery begins to fade. Life, or what passes for life, plods on in it's own unending weary footsteps, and somehow we plod along with it, if we stay lucky.
The courage is light of one__ life,is the beauty of today.The hope of one__ soul,is the promise of a tomorrow.The times of our past,is a wisdom for anytime.The labour of our sacrifice and love,is a masterpiece of our moments.The voyage of one__ mind,is a journey towards discovery.The joy in one__ heart,is a gift for everyone.The faith of a soul,is a key to hope and to love.The true unconditional love of a heartis a priceless treasure one can ever give.For our mind, heart and soulIn any journey of rise or fall,Let faith, hope and love breathe!As you share it for whom your heart beats.
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The courage is light of one__ life,is the beauty of today.The hope of one__ soul,is the promise of a tomorrow.The times of our past,is a wisdom for anytime.The labour of our sacrifice and love,is a masterpiece of our moments.The voyage of one__ mind,is a journey towards discovery.The joy in one__ heart,is a gift for everyone.The faith of a soul,is a key to hope and to love.The true unconditional love of a heartis a priceless treasure one can ever give.For our mind, heart and soulIn any journey of rise or fall,Let faith, hope and love breathe!As you share it for whom your heart beats.
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