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Apr 2018
I heard people saying
Life is not an object
That you can hold in your hands
I can see the distance
How far the journey will be
You need to keep walking
As long as you struggle
You need to pause and think
To stop working IS to stop gaining
Life becomes a bed of roses
When you stop dreaming.
This poem is dedicated for those who simply dream, but don not work.
Biniam Z Demoz
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Biniam Z Demoz  M/Ethiopia
(M/Ethiopia)   
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