If there was no yesterday, hope never lived.
If there was no mistakes, life remains callow.
If there was no poor, life would lose its meaning.
If there was no utopia, there is no itinerary.
If there was no criticize, there is no result.
If there was no risk, there is no fortitude.
If there is no knave, there is no honour.
If there is no hapless, life has no goal.
If there is no jeopardy, life is very common.
If there was no God, life was never there.
Each words are formed for a purpose.
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A refined poetic imagination, Menkato. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.