When you can’t feel your legs,
Numb and held in a sweat;
Mini shivers from the head,
Fetal position in bed;
Whispers swirling round and round,
Blurry Vision, fading out;
There was a time, roses bloomed;
Legs were dancing walking moon;
Hands would grasp strawberry juice;
Beds were home to girls in blue;
Mini victories brought on smile,
Friends would always understand.
Dwell in those thoughts for a while;
Fight the darkness with your mind;
Force the joy till it becomes-
Part of you, reflex rebound;
Let the light seep through the thoughts,
Embrace the joy that you’ll become;
There’s only so long night can stay
Before outshone by the sun’s rays.
And though each rose has got a thorn,
Roses are still very much loved.
This is wonderful.
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Hi there, thank you so much 🙂 I’m glad you like it.
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These are the beautiful thoughts of a pure heart:)
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It is beautiful Ameena. At first I thought it was about a girl that was coming down with an illness. Then I realized that it wasn’t. Very nice!!
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Haha, Pj. Now that you mentioned it, it does pass for a sick girl :D. Thank you 😊
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Just one word… Beautiful… ❤
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Aw, thank you Nimmi 😄
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❤
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You know I always think I have a favorite poem, and then you outdo yourself again and I have another favorite. Love it!
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Oh wow! Thank you so much! 😄
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As always so touching and meaningful..l.And yes..every night has its dawn…ever rose has its thorn 🙂
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With us its the total package- roses, rhorns and all 😉
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😀
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That was so beautiful Ameena. 🙂 Wonderful!
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Thank you so much Sam 🙂
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