As the years pass
your problems will change—
what once petrified your heart
will gift you a new one and with new powers.
When tomorrow passes
you will have learned to take control—
and any little fear
will faint like distant childhood memory.
When you knees becomes weakened
and your feet turn into jelly
when the newest challenge comes...
you must remember that the apple tree
always stayed its ground,
and stayed firm when it could,
and it wasn't good soil nor much needed water that
proved the apple tree,
it was because the apple seed always felt its magic
and it one day looked up
and believed in a warm, orange sunset that searched to love her.
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The Heart that I'm Hearing
Poetry"The Heart that I'm Hearing" is a collected assortment of poems written by Sanahara. This book attempts to express some of the many things that the hearts asks from each other. To want, to be among, to make and to unravel each other in the euphoric...
