Poets

What makes our lives different; Is the way we think, And the way our destinies are laid for us. Not all our thoughts are different;

More often than not; so much often than not, We talk about heaven; we imagine heaven, We pray and wish; to go to heaven, Yet funnily enough; we don't want to die,

A friend is a gift sometimes give you a fit, but a gift of nature and a part of your future.