Here's to battles won
And scars earned
To wars lost
And lessons learnedHere's to dead flowers
And blooming souls
To rain showers
And sunny knollsHere's to roads travelled
And journeys' ends
To mountains scaled
And found friendsHere's to sleepless nights
And sleepy mornings
To resolved fights
And ended mourningHere's to french fries
And fish fingers
To fried rice
And hamburgersHere's to rhythmic dances
And good melodies
To rhyming verses
And bad poetriesHere's to broken limits
And renewed spirits
To glorious endings
And new beginnings
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A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords