Life's Pretty Novel Amid Life's Storms
Life starts with everyone From the pretty moment of his or her pretty birth Because everyone has a life's novel amid life's storms, It is what you start your life with
Like you start to be such and such and so on or You choose to be a well-known so and so amid life's
Changes or circumstances anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, Your life's novel depicts every detail that happens openly or Secretly just to push yourself amid all happenings in life, Your novel is very great because it's yours and no one can Say that his oil is dark, but always pure like the pure water, You are the author of your novel, so everything you write down Is frank and pure even if people don't believe one-hundred percent, Everything is depicted truly in one's life novel because you want Your things and incidents happen as they are and not as they are not, Life is a big novel that is endless until God wishes it to end Because it is full of a lot of happenings and incidents that explain Themselves step by step or we describe them in our pretty way or Ways, we love our novels to start pretty and end pretty to see Ourselves well in a pretty atmosphere of love and a lot of beauty, Life's pretty novel amid life's storms is a great work that we say it In our way anytime, anywhere, and everywhere just to prove a case Of high ecstasy of loving our pretty incidents in life on any level Because this novel will be everlasting among the other novels in life Published or not published in our life or in our pretty memories, and After all we can have our pretty novels of life anytime we want.
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