My predicaments, I can swallow.
Others sufferings, I cannot bear to leave hollow.
Behold, the joy held within a small meadow.
To you, I wish to rejoice and endow.
May the undesired disappear and not follow.
Any misfortune near you I will not allow.
Within that soul, blooming joy, no sorrow.
Lose no hope, thus there'll be a tomorrow.
Lose no hope, thus, there'll be a tomorrow.
~A.d | 10 Oct 2014
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
My predicaments, I can swallow.
Others sufferings, I cannot bear to leave hollow.
Behold, the joy held within a small meadow.
To you, I wish to rejoice and endow.
May the undesired disappear and not follow.
Any misfortune near you I will not allow.
Within that soul, blooming joy, no sorrow.
Lose no hope, thus there'll be a tomorrow.
Lose no hope, thus, there'll be a tomorrow.
~A.d | 10 Oct 2014
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