Beautiful tethered soul, does joy not come to mind?
Be it during your most difficult or easiest time?
Does the love of your father not make you smile-
Even when everybody else seem to have nothing worthwhile?
Not in the slightest do they know-
The things inhaled for you to blow-
Nor the heavy bricks that made you cry,-
"I am but a poor passion, tell me why?"
Beautiful liberated mind, you are everything good in this space.
In the utmost darkness of all, you shine all over the place.
Never underestimate the power of living you have-
Never look down on a diamond cut in half-
Courage is a seed sown by one's mother-
its flower is grown by the strength of you, the other.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC
Beautiful tethered soul, does joy not come to mind?
Be it during your most difficult or easiest time?
Does the love of your father not make you smile-
Even when everybody else seem to have nothing worthwhile?
Not in the slightest do they know-
The things inhaled for you to blow-
Nor the heavy bricks that made you cry,-
"I am but a poor passion, tell me why?"
Beautiful liberated mind, you are everything good in this space.
In the utmost darkness of all, you shine all over the place.
Never underestimate the power of living you have-
Never look down on a diamond cut in half-
Courage is a seed sown by one's mother-
its flower is grown by the strength of you, the other.
My first Sonnet.
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