I rise from the ground wearing my invisible crown,
Frowned once frowned twice another coincidence third now I'm saying prayers,
Hoping to hit the horizon letting all these negative thoughts take a dive,
Because I want God's dream in me to stretch across this land,
Colors intertwined with one another I wish to hit the horizon,
A beautiful painting with no paintbrush,
So, many frowns to be saved from still wearing my invisible crown,
Because I want God's dream in me to stretch over this land,
Colors intertwined with one another over the land,
I really hope to hit the horizon
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Blessed By The Storms
PoetryIn life we go through storms our biggest challenge is how we walk through them with the right attitude. This story are about poems dealing with stress, negativity, family, religion and more. I hope these poems can touch and heal some wounds that you...
