Sitting down under a tree
Waiting for the sun to shine
Pathless was on her side
Blaming herself on fate.
The deeds of her counting
But deducted on trying
Hopeless was her mind
Often a changing land.
Determintion was te respond
Of the calling wand
Thinking that it was a revenge
Of a hopeful reflection of mine
The wound not healed
In my life had marked
The truth of our life
Is the scar it made..
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SCAR OF LIFE(poetry)
PoetryA short poem that will captivate your heart in believing that wounded heart and mind cannot be healed... Through past years of waiting for miracle to happen but no one came... Being naive to what really happen during your innocent age.. Maybe your n...
