The years pass by,
Like wings they fly.
Soon you’ll look back
And ask, “Where did they go?”
Don’t waste your days
On fleeting things.
Plant your hands while you can
And see what it brings.
Let your heart be full
Of hands that give,
For what you offer
Will help your name live.
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Author:
My Boy Ryngkhlem (
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- Published: October 10th, 2025 00:43
- Category: Unclassified
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