I dreamt of a rose in a garden
So beautiful, like a maidenDevoid of thorns, 'cause He removed it
She bled, in blue, He knows it
He continues, and she grew from itUntil now she remembers the pain
That made her stronger, wiser
Truly a fighterNow everyone sees her in the garden
I was also there. I saw it.
More happy, more beautiful living with more like her, such amazing maidensAnd so... I continue dreaming.
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When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty