​Not all the wounds are meant to be healed.

Not all the tears are meant to be sealed.
Not all the mountains demand to be searched.

Not all the thoughts can be forced to march.
Not all the days shine the same way.

Not all the brains can overcome the dismay.
Not all the flowers are blessed to blossom.

Not all the souls should be like some.
Not all the roads are meant to be right.

Not all the nights have the same light.
Not all the eyes are blessed with dreams.

Not all the hopes are kept; it seams.
Not all the people could experience ardor.

Not all the journey takes you farther.
Not all the days are meant to be yours.

Not all the words that are spoken, cures.
This day may also pass.

That rock will also bear some grass.
This is the circle of life.

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