You are the question
Of my existence,
Again you are the answer
Of my existence too,
I always believe so,
But a little hint of suspicion
Always floats in the atmosphere,
That's natural,
I can never wipe out this,
My belief is the key,
It controls my movement
In every situation,
At the end of the day,
I fall deep asleep
With a pleasing soul,
That's the holiest conclusion
About me.
Our beliefs help us to be and what or Whom, we believe in guides... In our existing...
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And Quite Beautiful thoughts to ponder on! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++