I saw it once
The purest joy
that banishes the shadows
from my soul.
On his face
as his dreams came true.
All this time
spent practicing and perfecting.
All the wishes
he made with faith.
All the stumbles
he took and decided to stand again.
On his face as
his dreams came true
was the joy purest joy.
See his eyes
they cloud with tears but
never believe he is weak.
He has been strong for so long
And now
The heartache and soreness
Are all worth it.
Such humble means
Lay the road to
Sucess.
I see the smile,
the near tears
and smile as
the tears fall
down my own cheeks.
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A Compilation of My Soul
SonstigesThe best way to describe this is just as the title says- a compilation of my soul. These are the short stories, the poems, the scenes never completed, the lessons I have discovered in me through the years. I believed it only right to share them with...
