The stages of life.
A distant separating mile of wall
Awaits a flower started to bloom
Cultivated by the adverse temperature
Besides a deep hidden well.
Day by day passes
Its purpose is being revealed
That is not to agonize
But rather to know what life is.
Changes in climate are not new anymore
Like a wind that changes its course
Trained and got the habit of decisiveness
Life-packed obstacles are not endless.
Cause there's still happiness to be found
In a bitter journey of life's adventure
Rare it may sound to a lost soul's track
There's a purpose, and happiness will be encountered.
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