A beautiful rose spurned up on a mid summers day,
Naive and innocent was its essence,
The gentle breeze came by surrounding it with its charm and a tranqulity
The breeze recognized the roses innocence and gave it the breath of life
The rose flourished through out the months
Eagerly waiting the breeze.
The breeze seemed to vanish in the months of winter
And the rose seemed to die.
It needed the breath of life again, so it kept strong.
Once again the beautiful rose sprung up on a mid summers day waiting for the breeze.

Disbelief of your tragedic grief.
Has no relief.
I guess we should rest.

Have tranqulity in your ability.
Doubts abominate my fate.

You should'nt have lied about being on my side. Can you make it So I don't have to wait?

Isolate the fears you create.
Swallow the hate.
The critics don't accommodate.

Don't follow the void that is hollow.
THAT IS INSANE IN YOUR BRAIN.
With only yourself to blame.
Standing barefoot & naked in the pouring rain.

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Up Above the sky so high.
I saw Superman.
As powerful as he seems to be.
Just a little higher is a Supreme being.

Who power never fails?
But, who strength is beyond measure?
Who undying love I treasure?

Up above us we see a clear sky.
But never try to look further like we should.

God is great.
And besides that he constantly good.

Up above.
Is  a place for all of us.
To rest and find tranqulity.

Just surrounded by true love.