“Life is no bed of roses,
You better write some verses”
Is one precursor to the other?
Or are they both pitted versus?
I then take flight to a land,
Armed with my repertoire,
Would my words see me through?
Without dipping into the reservoir?
My thoughts came with wings,
In wild abandon, it flies,
The unflustered freedom,
The turmoil within it belies.
Hopefully words will always see you through.
ReplyDeletethey will. it may take some times but will see you through
ReplyDeleteWords are wonderful..a resource we can always dip into..
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned. And honestly, the words always see you through. :)
ReplyDeleteUnflustered freedom! Where can I get some?
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