The last thing I remember was your teary eyes
Watching me fade gradually along the sea
How cruel fate had been to you
Making me a soldier in your youth
Your bed feels cold
The night tarry
You stay awake not sure what fate awaits us
Our fate rest on a stalk of grace and
Our tomorrow was not promised
The ribbon was a symbol of my promise
That I do return no matter what
But who dare throw a dice on the gaming table of uncertainty?
Who dare speaks so boldly of life when we live by it's mercies?
But one thing I know, it's not goodbye
The will to survive is greater
And if I ever feel like giving up
I'll look at your pedal and aloud say it out
It's not goodbye, not yet.
Qué interesante que la persistencia del ser humano que no se rinde sea siempre una odisea pero con fines de lograr siempre lo prometido. Gracias por compartir.
Hay un dicho que dice: "Si hay voluntad, hay un camino". Es nuestra voluntad como humanos la que nos da valentía para sobrevivir.
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This particular line caught my attention, You said it well no one!
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Glad certain line held interest in you
Verses full of melancholy and strength to move forward to the storm that wants to calm hearts.
Thanks for sharing your poem.
Good day.
It was indeed a sad moment for him, but then, amidst the trouble, he held strongly to a positive mindset
Very cool poem, as long as we have life there is hope, we should never give up and as long as we can hold on to that certainty that we can accomplish anything, thanks for sharing ♥
Yeah, our desire to survive , our faith in uncertainty becomes our strong force