The black hands of death,
cannot hold the white thread of life.
The blowing wind will not pave way to snatch the memories.
The rising waves will never allow to immerse the footprints.
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We all carry the lessons of life with us, some are heavy, some are light.
A colourful poem my friend! I will emerge as a rainbow! Moreover, this poem can be viewed in three dimensions...5 stars
Life is the biggest teacher. We all learn.