Monday, 21 May 2012

This strange existence

How strange a life
you seem to be
far from the shadows
engulfed by this tree

The pretence of sorrow
swallowed by pride
free from this existence
taking it all in stride

Promise to always hope
past the blindness
and then see through
to all the greatness

No matter the boulder
remember to believe
my spirit will soar
without reprieve

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