Poetry is like autumn.
It involves various feelings and thoughts inside.
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Final Semester
We struggle,
Yes, we do struggle,
This battlefield will never end,
However, if we try hard,
We'll be hug by the success.
We struggle,
Yes, we do struggle,
But, at the end,
This battle scars,
Will become great memories.
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