The prints washed away on sand, shout out memories loud
The scathes of a pitfall become the reason for rise
A loved one's hurting makes a durable soul and heart
Sometimes agony is the medicine of a bleeding life
Sometimes loving the wound eases all pain and strife
Sometimes roses are not the only romance
And what's more important is what throws out the fear
Sometimes giving brings in more gratification
Which plundering the happiness of the whole world cannot
Sometimes the scorching sun of a lifetime is the cure for a febrile existence
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