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Poem. My first kiss

MY FIRST KISS On a mountain peak so high The snow was soft, the view was grand But nothing compared to holding his hand The first time I kissed, My heart was surely blissed, My cheeks were cherry red, As I looked at my crush ahead. We walked under moonlight, Everything just felt so right, My first kiss was sweet, As sugary as a treat. His lips were soft as feather, My heart flapped like a bird's winged weather, I melted into a swoon, Thinking this moment would end too soon. The world around us v

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I was not born a refugee

Being a refugee is always not someone's plan but due to circumstances and life problems we find ourselves into these tough situation. But it's always good to adapt and learn to improve and grow strong from hard situations.

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