Soft light seeps into my dreams, and with a weary eye, I rise, to shake hands with the virgin day, untouched by thoughts which disarray.. the plastered splendor of the sky, that melts into the rising sun, like sticky candy on my tongue. Sometimes I wonder why it is, that I go on and why I live. Until I see this masterpiece, that nature lays for us to see.. I cannot possibly forsake, the world that loves me..so I take a gander and I raise my voice.. to Live, through sorrow.. I have no choice.
Reason for writing:
Although all parts of our lives are not what we wish them to be,
we cannot give up...we must Live through those times, even if sorrow is our only companion.
The sun will still rise every morning, and set each night,
bringing the hope of a new day..
Birth sign: Aries
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