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right in the middle of nowhere
with nothing to keep her warm from the frosty air,
her cold and bare feet
gently scrapes the rough concrete.
there are days filled with glum
and lonesome hours that come.
gusts of wind try to blow the resilience out of her
but she chooses not to falter.
it's a long rocky path,
nobody knows when this will last
yet she still proceeds with the journey,
with the thought that the future is something that nobody can foresee.
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Fragments - daily dose of poetry and prose
PoésieYour daily dose of poetry and prose! (and maybe a glimpse to what's happening in my life.) It's basically a collection of my writings. May they give you a sense of comfort that you are not alone in the battle you are constantly fighting. Here's to...
