In the days of Sadness I am fortunate; I am easily bored Never been able to get aboard Trains of pity for a long ride Healing tears sent for a short cry Entering into a new desire and drive Daunting at first but to arrive Another step is always a brighter Yawning dawn when one is a fighter Sold on the grace and mercy God metes Over the mountaintops, we find treaties For life can be both a picnic and a battle Soar high in joy, holding tight, don't rattle Angels sent give words and protection Don't fear; your destiny is written; correction Negates only the needless, giving the flight Even when down, pushing up to more right Starts a new journey learning bold soon turns old Settled in knowing each step new 'til at the front of the queue. ~PLS/PCS~8/31/2021 All reactions: 15 Waqar Ijaz, Suzan Sandhu and 13 others Share
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