Even the brave and strongest soul gets tired . . .
The storms were wild I lost my time
I thought it was nothing serious
My soul bleeding for something mysterious
I ran out of tears to cry
Just until my ink went dry
Then, I couldn't write
My heart left like stone
That I pushed away some good souls
I was left with no one to hold
Thought there was a season called miserable
For the pages seemed to have the same piece
All the words written without bliss
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Written: June 16, 2024
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PoetryOne exquisite world she created for Rein's Good Souls. Rein, a poet of life sceneries in letters and in pages. She welcomes you in her soul through each piece, for she wants to share the word to give solace to all. With this book, she reminds you; i...
