All I want is
to be able to say
at the end of my days
that I was brave
through all the tempests
life gave.
To be able to say
that I stayed
humble as I
climbed to the
mountain top
and to be able to say
that I fell into
true love
with not only a
pretty woman
but with my damned self.
All I want is to be able to say I lived
as my wise father wished me
and as my sweet mother said.
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Beautiful Madness
ПоэзияThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
