Poetry | Prose

till the end


till the end of every second, I’d chose to breath to strive.
till the end of every sunlight, I’d chose to glimpse the perfect scenario of it.
till the end of every road, I’d chose to turn back my head to see who is right after me.
till the end of every journey, I’d chose to live up to save the remaining part of me.

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