I let the warmth of the Sun
Rush through my body and skin
As little caresses from my mum
Back to when I was just a kid.
I feel loved when He touches me.
I feel alive when He kisses me.
I feel powerful when I see Him
Still rising, every day, in any way
Through the clouds and the winds
Through the rain and the thunders.
He reminds me not to give up on life
'Cause there may be a cloudy day,
Or a rainy week,
A hail month,
Or even a stormy year
But, in the end,
It will always be a sunny life.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
