Reality is cold and hard,
Similar to an icy shard.
The dangerous edges in which we avoid,
A vast sea of minds destroyed.
Yet sadly on one a fateful day,
One must learn to not destroy,
But to cope with the ultimate sorrow.
That reality brings the dreaded tomorrow.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
