If I could go a day without thinking about ....
I wouldn't be so blue
Just one day
If I could have a say
I would not
Have a mere thought
So I shan't rot
Deep in my soul
You would have no role
My heart would be mine
My mind would be kind
No longer a foe
I could let go
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
