Survival Poem by JENIE FRANKSAY
Survival
i had a bad day,
close seemed away.
whats in future,
is the concerned matter.
death or survival,
god knows the answer.
a deadly illness
and life is colorless.
not mine but close one
who is fighting to survive dusk to dawn..
i dont want dollar or roubal,
but just his mere survival.
Oh please keep your friend smile, even sharing this with him... Of course he can survive, there are cases that this illness can be fought you do such a nice act for this, great work and nice poem too_Soul
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12/14/2024 1:19:13 PM # 1.0.0
I don't understand why God makes his children suffer from such dreadful diseases. May the merciful bless your friend.