I think, I feel, I cry, I laugh,
Emotions run deeper than I thought
I halt, I scuttle, I fumble and stumble
Life teaches me to be ever so humble
I smile through tears that dry so soon
Eyes that vie to tell a story true
Dreams that fight to see the light of day
Hopes that refuse to fade away
Tall I stand, glad to laugh and cry
To dream and hope, to feel and sigh
To have my eyes mirror what my smile began
To think I can, to know I can.
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Grey Strokes
Thơ caThe color grey is an interesting shade - non-committal, on the fence, always on edge. The verses you find in this little book of poems are much like the color. Take them with a color of your choice and you will uncover some hidden truths or take the...
