The realm of the resilient this world is,
It breaks and makes innumerable legacies.
The River of Life with its will untamed,
Might it cherish or might it lame.
It might wound or might it revive,
For only the fittest may survive.

Restless must you not grow,
Despair not but learn in sorrow;
Do not be oblivious in stupefaction,
For if you aspire to attain utter perfection.

Solemnly do stick to your pledge,
Be it whoever who crosses your way;
Be it the red of the rose or the thorns of the hedge,
For dreams and hopes may never be ravaged.

Sway and bathe in the River of Life,
No one knows where you will be carried;
Sway and bathe in the River of Life,
However, tenacity and travail ought not be buried.

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The River of Life is a shrewd, uncontrollable river. It might teach or taunt, or might honour and cherish. The path of the river remains swathed with mist for no one must trace it. To wield perseverance and travail is the key to survive the journey once embarked upon. But like hard rocks, there will be hindrances, some covetable, some even brutal; however, one must never give up on their hopes and dreams.
Okay anyway, happy reading:-D...❤️❤️❤️