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In this year is the world a different world The world is full of fear The world is full of danger The world is full of uncertainties The world has been hit by a new virus, not only the world but also we are been hit by the virus The people are also hit by fear, danger, and uncertainties But I still believe that this will be over soon We have to help each other in these strange, incomprehensible times Together we are one

The sea is blue, so blue as your eyes The stars are sparkling, so sparkling as your soul Storms are powerful, so powerful as your heart Love is magical, so magical as being with you

- I can cry with poetry - I can laugh with poetry - I can dance with poetry - I can sing with poetry - I can swim with poetry Poetry are the words of life

The most beautiful thing in life is: That we can see different things in our ways. This makes our life our lives.

What’s our lifes? It can be the hell literally, there happen a lot of terrible things: People who are starving, proverty, war, lost from our loved ones and more things. But I also believe that our lives can be like a paradise. There is a famous quote from Hamlet: “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so”. How we think of life, can make our lives. So are you making your life like a hell or like a paradise? The choice is yours.

I asked myself so many times "What's life". And a lot a of times I couldn't answer it. But I have the answer now: Life is a miracle, so live your life and don't waste it. Here are a few examples on which way we can enjoy our lives.: Enjoy from the little things that you don't have seen before. Little things like: - Music (what is a magical gift) - The smell and the sight of the nature (it will disappear once) - The people who are still around you (we can lose them) - The kindness of people (because kidness from other people is a rare thing) - Loving someone (because it's a special feeling) And now the most important thing of all: Love yourself

What is love? Is it a special gift? Is it a rare sickness? Is it a typical addiction? Or is it a part of your hidden soul?

Life is like a die It just depends on how the die falls

In distance: You’re far away In my heart: You’re nearby