A thing that grant a path and key
Stretched and far as it seems to be
Bestows a blessing if shared with thee
Clarity of mind, peace and lovingly
In failures, as tender as a song
Serves a correction in gaffe and wrong
Trust and believe in a hidden gong
Like an aid to cure a wound opened long
Beneath the options there is a choice
As cool as a replenishing voice
That could drown one's every poise
Or give a chance with a heartily noise.
J.H
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Flame Of Souls
PoezjaThese poems are not written at the same day or at the same time, each one of them is unique. Their creation time does not have a specific gap, all were created at a random interval because I only write when I strongly feel something. Readers, I hope...
