In a world that seems a factory of sorrow,
Endless supply of heartache and failure to borrow,
From decisions we make to things beyond our sway,
Here we live, facing problems day by day.
In our quiet thoughts, it pulls us from despair,
Life's inevitable events, testing our care,
Yet what truly matters is how we respond,
Your courage and strength, like a house on a rock, so fond.
Through storms and floods, winds that fiercely blow,
You stand firm, like a house on a rock, you know,
Unyielding to the rain, the flood, the gale,
For you're built on solid ground, strong and hale.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoetryWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
