Rhythm

Mar 3, 2023

1 min read

By Jennifer George

We run through noise every day,

To get peace of one day.

We turn pages that were torn,

In search of good adorn.

We change ourselves,

To fit in their selves.

Without knowing the purpose

Of our birth,

We accept the journey that

Brings our death.

Look around the sky is open,

Only to tell you that your star

Has shone.

Catch the flying wings,

Enjoy the life as it swings!

By Jennifer George

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