Life might scratch me, catch me, or fight me,
but I'll keep going, hoping and praying.
It might hurt me, yelling and flaring
and I'll almost give in, fearing and crying.
Then I see it: the beauty of living,
For though I'm struggling, I'm hale and hearty
Taking a deep breath, I dive into nature,
Whistling with the birds, and playing in the vegetation.
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Poems that consoles the soul
PoetryA soothing remedy for people having any forms of depression and individuals suffering from the pain of one-sided love.
