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Poetry

My poem of life. To me words excite and give soul to living around me. These poem spoke about the ups and downs in me. Hope you like it 💓.

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by IzzAiris

by IzzAiris

Grateful

I'm so grateful,
That my eyes rarely stained,
Even when my eyes leaked like a fountain.

I'm so grateful,
That my body rarely bruised,
When my knuckle,
Hit hard against the wall.

I'm so grateful,
That my voice rarely crack,
When my lips trembled,
Knees at the verge of giving in.

I'm so grateful,
That my tears never fall in front of people,
When my knuckle still stinging from day before.

~ 💓 ~