sherif monem


Enjoy Every Day of Life

I feel my heart beating
I am breathing
I am alive
I need to be going
Enjoy every day of life
The train can't stop
It is whistling
It is bristling
Enjoy every day of life
It is day light
It is dark at night
It is sunrise
It is sunset
Enjoy every day of life

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2008
Edited: Thursday, October 04, 2012

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  • Sumita Datta (11/11/2008 8:03:00 AM)

    Yes dear.. our life is like a train... it goes on... and on it's way it also makes noise and sounds.... good one... (Report) Reply

  • Viola Grey (7/13/2008 5:14:00 PM)

    apparently when you dream of being on a train it means determination, prosperity and living your life at maximum is the perfect message to achieve this...well done. (Report) Reply

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