Thoughts. Fond memories .. vivid, personal, sensitive .. a longing for happiness feared lost. Time .. measurable, never ending or repentive, the torment or teacher of most. But what to learn we pray, as man sees, so shall he be. To open one's eyes, heart and mind everyday, barring selfish pride, accepting reality. Not to carry pain, the type destructive of souls, moreover faith, in Him, in self, in humanity. For in the past, we pitifully struggled, pretending of goals, blindly refusing through pride, often vanity. And now? Fear, pride, purpose and truth, the meaning of peace and it's effect upon today. Submission to these, no! They are no longer aloof, but rather let's say...we are learning in every way.
Reason for writing:
The reason in which I write this poem is because of bad life experiences.
Birth sign: Cancer
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