In the ripple of my war, I shall stand,
Your solid chains and gates magically embraced my land,
A doubtful with a weight you took,
An artwork with a hook,
The sins became candies, full of shame and grace we became,
Trees and flowers on my chest grew, like a home you came,
The hours invented are not lame,
The dreams are wistful, I'm with two minds,
I've already crossed my two lines,
On a bed with hopes, I think I'll be fine,
Fearing to stay the same, and thinking with the taste of bitter,
It's impossible to ignore you, cause you look so better,
Sitting on your throne is my plan, let's ride his van,
I might sense yours on my cold body, on my last ride.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryPutting poetry and prose on a glasses, A time passes, The scar built gashes, a sake of my health drew ashes, This poetry talks about the glasses, and my Cancer journey.
