My life is 
a miracle waiting to happen,
a lark singing in the dawn,
a peacock ushering the rain,
a pleasure that follows the pain, 
a lotus about to blossom, 
a seed pushing earth’s bosom. 
For I have now known 
that I have nothing to do,
only to be what I choose to be,
and hear the voice of my heart, 
and sing my soul’s tune without a doubt. 
I’m beginning to believe,
that I’m the creator of my destiny. 
To the universe, hence I declare my intention,
and dare life not to let me live my passion.
3 comments:
Good one :)
fact is that evertyhing's a fact anyway;)
its all a matter of wordplay:)
I loved this one... love it love it
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