A journey is in itself a purpose
Over the depths reigns a surface;
Beauty oft is something mysterious
And to the harshness of winter spring is oblivious
Rivers flow, let your words roam free
Often, part of your target is aiming at the key
A power binded; healing sword left sheathed
Unhook your shield, remember what you believed
No amazing view is easy of attainment
But a mountain is not climbed merely to disprove ailment
Take your pen, free a fountain of ink
Defend the weak, tell about the One that you and a purpose does enlink
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Tears Like Diamonds -Poetry
PoetrySimply poetry about being human and what that means...
