I open my eyes
I feel some grace
I want to see you face to face.
Touching your hand, its smooth and soft
----And it has made me tough.
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RandomA place where thorns becomes cherry blossoms. Its a compilation of thoughts about heartaches, anxiety, trivia's, quotes, reflections, sunrise and sunsets, madness Grief and sorrow, poems, and motivational stories.
||grace like dance||
I open my eyes
I feel some grace
I want to see you face to face.
Touching your hand, its smooth and soft
----And it has made me tough.