PatienceA Poem by gracea little sweet piece of positivity![]() Inside the park where wisterias grow, there is always a pure soul waiting to help, thousands go there, come back pieced in two. Only one blessed soul can make it to the last moon. And the questions answered could change the life, only if somebody has that patience to strive.
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