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dispair, hope, life, love, lunar cycle, philosophy, poem, poetry
As true as mother’s worries;
And promises made unwilled;
Happy Endings Are Stories;
Are yet to be fulfilled;
Like a lunar cycle in it’s constant test;
We swing between waning and waxing;
Happy moments are, moments at best;
Succeeded and achieved only by lapsing;
High walls are efforts ill spent;
For Living within, is never a cure;
And running far can never prevent;
What one shall endure;
There will always be pain, betrayal, deceit, hate and lies;
But “Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” *
©FAT 2017
*quote by Victor Hugo
michelinewalker said:
It’s exquisite poetry.
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fais said:
O’ dear Micheline Thank u very very much for the lovely kind words
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michelinewalker said:
You are very gifted, Fais
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