Prose poem about life - Sin or smile



Sin or smile

New morning is a new day for me is, as it was all new, but what remains the same sins behind me, and they are not forgotten, do not forgotten so easily as a smile, a kind word, a hug. If I forget them , if I were back at the beginning, or to make them even more, again. But one thing is for sure, I'd like to look forward to, I would have better memories than sinful.


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