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What will may, what's to feel?
Should a las be less of the light?
A coward was she under the spotlight
And had ran away out of sight
What will may, what will may
What will the end of this anguish offer?
Doors of chances, or fails to shoulder?
What will may, what's heart's say?
What will may, what brings valor?
This whopping faith used to be her doubts
Now, she wonders what more to endure
What will may, what's mind's thoughts?
What will may, what will may
What comes may is an expectation
A doltish game with no invitation
A hide and seek of infinite revelations
What will may, what strength holds?
'Tis but beads of patience weaved for one
And silk of courage waiting to be unfold
A vanity for what will may, brings what may
What will may, what stops fear?
As a pile of roses are drawing near
Let the worries wait and stay at the rear
What will may, what will may
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
