the poet rains his sorrows,
never minding the borrows,
his soul was in the gallows,
leaving everything else quite shallow,
his hallow of a lover was quite dear,
if not i could fear,
learning its not what appears,
a dove he shall call above,
his heart shall punder,
among her irony verse thunder,
the conjuring of her spirit perceived him so,
knowing the edge was a fall away in a blinking nirvana state,
over the way high we all inspire to be,
what can be held but not seen?
apart of a truth that cant be handled,
that is life hitting us hardships,
some survive and some don't,
more for a brighter day will show,
just learning to survive is all we can do,
as life hits us all aye?
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A beautifully penned thought provoking poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.10 points.