A Warm Sting Poem by Sharron Stephenson
A Warm Sting
to be alone in times of woe,
can be the hardest thing,
we have to face,
the heart can skip and beat,
day after day week after week,
ache after ache,
the plauge of tear down the warm,
face,
eyes are soar as they they sting,
the tunnel may be black,
as the clouds drift apart,
the sun will shine,
the heaven will open the door,
to the souls which are lost
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4/26/2024 9:33:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem :) you made it again Sharron...the challenge really like a warm sting, it flows in bloodstream and numb inside and skin...but remember i always say poison comes with remedy, just wait and find to get one...some say, the source of pain is remedy itself...it's a clue but let dig what secret of the truth.._Unwritten SOul