Anisah Hamid Somewhere between an artist, a writer and a poet. Or perhaps all three.
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Everything seems to be too momentarily. The stops, the pauses. Pass by like a lifetime. A memory of a familiar face. Now unknown to me,. In a distant place from here,. A place with no goodbyes. I think in a memory before time,. A familiar face, A familiar name. For the face I saw. For the name I uttered.
Sharing Positive Thoughts, Poems and Words of Inspiration. Hope is that feeling that you keep deep within your heart and without it life is almost meaningless. To live without hope is to give up on life, so keep hope alive. Cherish the friends who stand by you in good times as well as the bad times.
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