If life is a rose,
Then, the thorns are the life that we are living,
And the beautiful tender flower is the salvation that you get
When you stand strong for too long,
And finally, give up when you can't stand alone anymore,
You were not weak when you gave up though,
You were just standing alone for too long,
Only if life was a Rose.
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Heimat
PoetryHeimat means a sense of belonging, and poetry, for me, does that. This is a collection of poems I have written from my teenage years and continue to write into my twenties-a glimpse into my soul for those who wish to peek.
