MY DECISION
I will strive to still be the best
Though my faith is being put to test
I will be different from the rest
Who due to trials lose their zest
Like an eagle out of its nest
I will fly north,south,east and west
To gather more strength for my quest
Till my sorrow turns to joy-fest
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| MY DECISION | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| HOPES ALIVE | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
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