Luck.... Poem by simran arora
Luck....
I stud aside the hills,
feearing and scaring,
loving and dareing,
gromed and graced me,
for good and the best at every street,
tearin my nights,
burning my days,
with wonders for prases,
and longer to stay,
not i am climbing,
on its roots and hills...
Stand and stuckd,
bt now peopl call it luck....
good poem, good flow, but you can even do better. just check on some few spelling mistakes otherwise nice work
gud rhythm. keep it up.. check out my new poem 'why be the next' dnt forget to give ur valueable comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:37:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I can realise your emotional write. but please do not use abbreviation in poetry this is my opinion. keep writing.