Lightning never strikes the same place twice,
So never pass up a chance worth taking.
Try risking your hand and roll the dice,
It just may be history on the making.
There's no use in beating a dead horse,
You must get on with your life.
So you can pass with flying colors,
As the pain cuts you like a knife.
The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree,
And beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
They say the truth shall set you free,
And your bravery shall keep you bolder.
They say that you are what you eat,
Don't be ashamed to swallow your pride.
And if you can't take the heat,
Life's going to be a bumpy ride.
...And beauty is in the eye of the beholder..... in one sense, may be / in other sense, reciprocate with object replicates beauty. Perhaps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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...And beauty is in the eye of the beholder..... in one sense, may be / in other sense, reciprocate with object replicates beauty. Perhaps.