Sonata Of Gratitude Poem by Enchanting Owl
Sonata Of Gratitude
Standing in the middle of nowhere,
I should have to blare.
To emancipate the pains inside of me,
And move freely, facing the sun with glee.
Standing in the middle of sorrow,
The road is narrow.
But I have to cross the blue ocean of mist.
To conquer it with ease is cosmic bliss.
Walking on the roadway of wonder,
I found my mender.
Ameliorate the wounds that were once cajoled.
Living again—feeling like a new whole.
Walking on the roadway of greatness,
I am so blessed.
From the storms that came, but I remain steadfast.
I am writing this poem with a blast.
The poet's note is full of heart, indeed, we should be always gratefull
From the storms that came, but I remain steadfast. - we are always steadfast, this is iconic acknowledging our fighters out there. thanks
This line killed me 'Ameliorate the wounds that were once cajoled.', what an amazing poem
i like the building of the poem, there is a storyline to follow, another great work
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5/28/2024 7:02:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
what a beautiful sonata, love it.