Colors may fade,
Flowers might wither,
But even when it's dark
There is light somewhere.
The blind can still see beauty,
The poor find happiness,
Brokenness is mended,
Orphans find love,
The rejected overcome,
The lonely find family,
The weak become strong,
And the deadly find humanity.
This world isn't what you make it, it's the way you take it.
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Author:
Izzy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2017 14:04
- Comment from author about the poem: When I wrote this, I surprisingly allowed an acquaintance to read it who ended up forming into a friend.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Love the last line in particular.
Thank you
Though on rereading it migbt sound a bit threatening?
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