I stand and see the years flow by
Learnt to walk with head held high,
Learnt to foresee, learnt to speak
Learnt to selfsame in trough or peak.
And then it's me who lived along
I dream of life like a bonita song,
I love, heart full of compassion
I smile, live life, its my passion.
Penned for “BEING ME- THE HERSTORY MONTAGE” hosted by Indiblogeshwaris.
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