Clasp your hands
And sing,
For the sky is ruddy
With the hope of tomorrow.
Clasp your hands
And cry,
For today is only
The gentle prelude.
Clasp your hands
And laugh,
For tomorrow brings
Nothing of this sorrow.
Clasp your hands
And sing,
For the days next
Are not with hate subdued.
--everything evaporates, even enmity.
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Rose: Poetical Observations
PoetryThis is my collection of thoughts in the form of poetry, which I have decided to share with the world--hoping that someone will benefit from my words and relate to them.
