The storm is settling
Ready to take over
For some it's unsettling
But it never bows over
Aspiring to be the same
But i might have less friends
I don't need fame
I am not one that bends
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Cerise (Pseudonym) (
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A message nicely tucked in this poem that if one stays true to oneself one might loose friends but you will keep yourself. A fave
Thank you so much, thanks for your kind comments and reading my poems (:
It is my pleasure Cerise
Some friends are like odd socks, only good for going in boots.
The world wants to break us but we should gracefully bend like the branch of a willow tree. As Bruce Lee once said: Be Like Water. Nicely done.
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