As the wind blew it's hardest.
I just sway voluntarily.
I might create loud protestations.
But I am playing trick.
Allowing me to scape tragedy.
My life's what matters the most.
I need to survive.
I need see the morrows jive.
No matter how bitter the present is,
Have faith, tomorrow is beyond sweet.
Peaceful and greatful.
Relaxing and worthy to fight for.
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Blood In Our Veins
PoetryA collection of unorganized thoughts that turns out to be an unorganized piece which I don't know what to call. Everything is simply based on how I feel and how I see things in a random circumstance. As you go along with the compilations of my so-ca...
