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A Lot To Be Thankful For.

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A lot to be grateful for, but only few we remember,  From the breaking of a new day, the gratitude begins, The gift of life, and sound health,, The gift of family, friends and well wishes, All these we take for granted, but they are worth more than a lot, A lot to be grateful for, but only few we remember. © Toobrightanthony 

Abigail Is 1.

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The joy within knows no bounds, Plethora of words cannot spell it out, The elation of my soul, makes me mum, My baby is one, i can't keep quiet. A lot to say , a lot to be thankful for, From conception to delivery was God's grace, A gift from the Almighty, i am eternally grateful, My daughter is one, i won't keep shut. A formidable force, majestic in her strides, Ebullient and strong, with her gracious strides, A beauty to behold, with an awesome mind, Abigail my love, the world will marvel at your greatness. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

On Life.

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Words not spoken, thoughts not broken, they just lay fallow, deep down within. Love not given, love not requited, it just laden the hearts, with weight of waste. Forgotten dreams, abandoned ambitions, they all bother the soul, with pain and regrets. A life not lived, a wasted life, all troubles the mind, a sad life. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The Price Of Peace.

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Peace has a price, It cost a lot to have a still mind, To be with yourself alone is costly, But it is worth every dime. Peace has a price, It comes with different tags, Sometimes comes with a fight, But it is worth every dime. Price has a price, It's different for each one, Protect your peace with might, Because it is worth every dime. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The Human Nature.

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Many words i want to write only few are written, Many thoughts on the mind, only few are expressed, Many feelings to be felt, only few are felt, Many ideas in the brain, only few are executed, Many things to do, only few are done, The human nature is funny. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Dry Beneath .

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Dry beneath, the words doesn't fit, The muse is gone, like it never was, The ink is dry,  it cannot write a line, The mind is arid, like a deserted deserted,  This feeling is sad, it frustrate the craft, Writer's block hinders, the path to the mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Invisible Patterns.

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The invisible pattern that controls our lives,  Some call it fate, destiny or something vague, Maybe it's the gene gifted to us by our parents,  Or it's a divine process orchestrated by the universe,  The invisible patterns that control our lives, at the end in our hands. ©✍️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com