Like the tides of an ocean, I rise
thru the shadows of pain, I rise..From the whispers of dark, I rise
Like the glisters and spark, I rise..Shearing the depths of heart, I rise
Painting the shades of art , I rise..Rowing thru the grains of sand, I rise
To others, lending my hand, I rise..Losing the rights of life, I rise
Healing the blights of knife, I rise..Tearing the weary nights of tears, I rise
Chasing the rites of fears, I rise..To the heights of heavens, I rise
above the rainbow in sevens, I rise..For, this life
I don't want to despise
I was just
born to rise
and
rise..!
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The Dew in her words
PoetryA book of Poetry of all the splendid emotions of the special little heart of a girl... previously called WRITINGS OF HER