Great tempest of emotions
Turned to the pages of my past,
Where in turbulent commotions
Worries and feelings run fast.
On the tattered pallid pages
I see the wisdom stored in time;
The universal themes of ages
Pervaded memories of mine.
With passing minute, day, or year,
I conquer barriers and walls.
Therefore, I learned to laugh at fear
And perish weakness of specious souls.
To many times I terribly fell
Shattering my dreams in peaces,
But in my obstinate mind-cell,
Maintaining of hope was the general thesis.
When you feel morbid, distraught,
Look at your hands, at lines,
Remember my poem, my thought
And know that you have the spirit that shines.
Fetus of Your Spirit
© Copyright: Naftusja, 2002
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