may the dreadful feeling of sadness now leave my body
for the beauty of growth shall heal my wounds
as my tears are more valuable than diamonds
and my energy as precious as pearl
minasonmars
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CATEGORY
life
may the dreadful feeling of sadness now leave my body
for the beauty of growth shall heal my wounds
as my tears are more valuable than diamonds
and my energy as precious as pearl
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COMMENTS
love_supreme says: I like this poem, very nice! |
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mlowe5 says: Yet, tears of joy flow in this pen, minasonmar 5. Thaks for sharing another nice write. ONE. Peace and Love. |
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mlowe5 says: My apology for the spelling error, minasonmars! Charge it to 81 years old eyes. ONE. Peace and Love. |
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The Immortal Wize says: Awesome! |
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Ms.PoeticPassion says: nice write |
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If you had my eyes
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even with how much my eyes have seen
how much my body has felt,
and how much my heart has ached
i am not able to see the wicked in you
On the days that you beat me to
the evenings where you kick me when im already down
and the nights where you leave me to rot
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