Let leaves tremble at the slightest wind,
And the serpent hide from the sun,
But build your spine with the choicest stone
Lest you fail before you've begun.
And when your strength is such as can be,
Yet before your soul is too old,
Stretch your hands from the sun to moon.
To release a dry heart, you must unfold.
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Do not make a new you,
Just wipe away the dust,
Show the world the true you,
Because you can, because you must.
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PoesíaDefinitely the sadder one of my Poem sets. Covers everything from loss and guilt, to depression and loneliness. Read if you're feeling a bit too gleeful.
