Some days my wish,
Is the light.
A tunnel of warmth,
That will ignite.
The deepest and purest,
The surest delight.
A heart that yet trembles,
For thine sorrowful plight.
You will not cry,
You will not fall.
Rise to the stars,
And you will then know.
That deep in your heart,
That under your soul,
Awakened at last,
Was you all along.
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P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
