Be it the dark,
Be it those thunder,
Be it those pain,
Under the facades of my bright ray,
I burn my pain in me.
It hurts so bad,
And there it tears,
But years taught me to hold,
The brim unfilled.
For you I stand!
For you my love!
And forever will I do!
Your light will I be.
~From Jeenie.
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My reply! Part 2/2, here it goes! As simple as it!
Oshianus
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The Unheard Voice.
Poetry"The thing about being STRONG, is that, no one asks you, how fine you are?" A collection of simple poems or excerpts, that portray you and me.
