The Artist Of Own Life.🖌🌸

 


          

     

Be your own shore to walk through all life. 

The milestone  that you reach for and keeps you alive.

 

Be the reason for your own happiness. 

The one who conciliate your life at its peaked ness. 


Be the door of your own life and the keeper of every inch of it.

The soul and every unit of soul within you that lit. 


Be the holder of your own life. 

To keep your dreams alive 

To an eternity to live for 

For every hour like eternity that pour. 

@anu__anil.


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