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Cheers to the
goodness in the world,
I drink to and give thanks for
the ones who were once puppets
but tugged and broke free from their strings
and worked their ways towards beating hearts,
thanks for those not afraid
to share their awesome worthy thoughts
with everyone else in the world,
and thanks for those who might just happen to listen
such a thing as being different and true
no matter what they seem to think of you,
to those who try to help others change
always pushed away but so persistent and very forgiving,
thanks for their very existence
their cherishing everlasting true good selves,
who know to open their eyes
and want to help the blind ones see,
thank you for all the goodness in the world,
and the little persistent goodness in me.
YOU ARE READING
Silver Dance of Poetry
PoetryHere lies a genre of emotions a sad, twisted emphasis on time something about finding people (yourself) and letting your soul fly free. I hope every word lingers in your mind.
